The First Summer and Summer Series

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The cold damp air of the Spring afternoon did nothing to quell the desires that had been building.
Severus was cursing himself heartily for whatever misguided impulses had persuaded him against sleeping with Hermione. It wasn’t just the sex, although he had to admit he had been very tempted to push her against that wall and find release. Seeing her again reminded him not only of the sensual pleasures of her body but also how much he enjoyed her company. Somewhere, deep in his heart, he knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. But would she ever want him? She deserved more.

For Hermione, everything was going exactly as she had hoped. Severus still loved her and wanted her. There was no doubt in her mind what would happen when confronted with the privacy of her dorm room. Surely he would give up this ridiculous crusade to save her from himself and spend the night. Sweet Julie!

The tower clock was strikfivefive as her building came into sight. When Severus had attended the school it was a boys dormitory. He knew it well, or so he had said in his letters.

“It looks smaller of course,” he commented as they drew near. “Am I allowed in the common room? I’ve never been in a women’s dorm before. Except...”

“Except what?” Hermione asked. She noticed a funny look come across his face.

“I did participate in a rather unsuccessful raid to steal girl’s knickers,” he admitted.

Hermione started laughing.

“It wasn’t my idea. I had to go along with ... with that particular group of people.” Severus fini. Sh. She understood. That would have been when he was consorting with Deatheaters, something he always refused to talk about.

“Anyway, it’s not a women’s dorm,” she said, changing the subject. “It’s coed.”

“Coed?” Severus echoed.

“Mm-hm! Ron’s got a room down the same corridor.”

Severus rolled his eyes. “Charming. Last summer I run into Longbottom and now I get to meet Mr. Weasley.” He paused. “You never told me Weasley had a room down the corridor from you before.”

They had reached the doorway. “Jealous?” she asked.

“Should I be?” In spite of himself, Severus could hear bitterness in his voice.

“No.”

They went up one flight of stairs and half way down a hallway. Severus felt decidedly old as he looked at all the fresh faces of young men and women they passed by. Some rooms had doors open and music and laughter floated out. Surely this was what Hermione wanted, needed. Not the dark dreary lonely dungeon he could offer.

Hermione stopped before a door and opened it. She motioned him inside. Severus stepped in, expecting to meet her roommate but the room was empty. The closed the door behind him.

“So tis iis it. Temporary home sweet home. My bed‘s over there,” she indicated a single bed near the window. Severus stood and looked around. It was small and not as nice as Hogwarts. Before he had finished his inspection she wrapped her arms around him.

“Your roommate,” he reminded her as Hermione began unbuttoning his robes.

“Actually, she’s staying in another room down the hall tonight. I mentioned that I might bring home some company and needed some privacy.” The cloaks were already shed. Hermione tugged her robes over her head. “Don’t make me wait any longer Severus. I’ve been wanting you for months!”

She stood before him in the sexiest underwear he’d ever seen. How many months had he been without her now, relying on his own unsatisfactory touch? The blood began to leave his brain and migrate to the lower half of his body.

“Please make love to me?” she begged softly.

He succumbed.

Hermione never quite knew how she got to the bed that quickly. One moment she was standing before him and the next she was swept off her feet and laying on her back on the bed. Severus was pulling his robes off in a frenzied passion. He began covering her neck with kisses and gentle bites. His fingers kneaded her breasts then fumbled trying to remove the bra. As soon as she was freed of the garment, his lips caught one of her nipples and sucked deeply. She gasped and he softly bit, leaving her breathless. He soothed the bites whis his lips and tongue then turned to give the same treatment to the other side. She felt his fingers roughly push aside the fabric of her panties and begin exploring. His stroking touch making her moan.

Hermione pulled herself away finally. She removed the flimsy knickers and flung them aside. She saw him lift his hips and slide the black silk boxers down, revealing a portion of his anatomy she hadn’t seen in a long time. He stretched out before her, full length, naked and magnificent on her bed. She stopped a moment and stared.

“My god Severus! You are so gorgeous! I‘d almost forgotten.” she breathed.

He glanced downwards and shrugged, “I’ve seen bigger.”

“I’m not just talking about your penis! You! All of you! You are the most gorgeously sexy man I’ve ever seen.”

His face seemed to cloud over and he reached for the edge of the blanket to cover himself. “Don’t say those things Hermione. My ego doesn’t require you to lie to me.”

ste stepped forward and yanked the blanket back and pushed her face in his. “Look at me Severus!”
Reluctantly, he complied. “I’m not lying to you now. I never have lied to you. I find you the most sexy and attractive man I know. I know what you’re thinking. And it’s true that you’re not every girl’s cup of tea. But you’re mine. I don’t want some prissy blonde pretty boy! I want a man, with dark eyes and sultry sexy looks and a beautiful body to match. That’s you. I love you!”

Hermione leaned over him and slid her hands slowly down his chest. She lowered her head to his nipples and gave him some of his own treatment. She nipped gently as her fingers moved lower and wrapped lightly around his erect shaft, caressing with a practiced hand. Severus closed his eyes and concentrated on the feelings she was producing, not just in his body but also in his mind. He could almost believe it. She thought he was beautiful. She loved him. He gasped as her mouth began a slow maddening descent from his nipples past his belly button and lower. Oh yes! Oh gods, yes! Those lips were so talented!

He reached down to tangle his fingers in her hair, feeling her head bobbing gently in his hands. Her tongue was lashing that special place he had taught her about. Groaning, he pulled her head away just before he lost control. She smiled and climbed back up the bed to join him.

Hermione rolled onto her back and parted her legs. He pulled himself on top of her, supporting some of his weight on his arms. He let her guide him in. His member, still wet from her mouth, began sliding into the hot tight crevice. He took several small strokes to fully access her, mg Heg Hermione shiver with delight. She drew in her breath with pleasure as his body finally filled hers completely.

“We’re together again,” she whispered, “Oh my sweet Severus! I’ve missed you so much!” She nearly wept as he began making love to her firmly but gently. Her hands explored his back, ran down to his bottom and then back up again. He pulled his face up from her shoulder and looked down at her.

“I love you,” he whispered hoarsely, “I’m sorry I can’t say it in a letter.”

“Shhh, it doesn’t matter. Only right now matters.” Her body began rising up and meeting his as he began to rock her harder and faster. Hermione was having a hard time catching her breath. She was getting close, so very close and judging from the way his body was beginning to stiffen, Severus was too. The first wave of pleasure hit fullfull force and she called out his name just as he peaked himself. She felt all of her own orgasm intensified a thousand times by the force of his. She was aware of shudders, moaning, throbbing and sighs but she couldn’t tell where his left off and hers began. The glory slowly ebbed away to a delicious afterglow.

He lifted his head to kiss her before he rolled off, murmuring, “Beautiful Hermione. My goddess.”

“So, are you spending the night?” she asked finally, stroking the soft skin on the inside of his arm with her index finger.

“You’re sure your roommate isn’t coming back tonight?”

“Positive!”

Severus gave her one of his rare true smiles. “I think I’ll stay, provided we massage each other like we used to.”

“I think that can be arranged,” she grinned as she summoned a small bottle of massage oil to her hand.


The late afternoon wore into late evening. Hermione was vaguely aware of the noise of the dorm rooms around her but most of her attention was focused on the joy of being with Severus again. It was almost as though they had never been apart and all those bleak months vanished. They talked and laughed and pleasured one another.

Severus told her about his dismal pupils and the disasters they managed to concoct. “I even have a Hufflepuff girl who is nearly as useless as Longbottom was.”

“And are you as nasty to her as you were to him?” Hermione asked with a wry smile.

“Oh, ever so much nastier,” Severus growled, nipping at Hermione’s shoulder. “I’ve had lots of practice.”

She frowned. “Severus, please don‘t treat her like you did Neville.”

His mouth fell open, “Hermione, I... oh alright.” he conceded.

“Thank you,” she whispered, kissing him gently.

“I don’t know what it matters to you,”

“Because I was once in those dungeons of yours and you make them damned intimidating!”

Severus lifted himself on one elbow and looked into her face. “Did you find me intimidating?”

“No, just sexy.”

“Liar!” Severus growled.

Hermione’s voice took on a playful tone, “Your sexy voice used to make me shiver. I used to fantasize you would throw me across your desk and ravish me.” He could feel stirrings in his loins as the fantasy vision of Hermione propped on his desk burned into his brain.

He whispered suggestively, “If we were in the dungeons right now I’d throw you across my desk and teach you lessons you never learned before!”

“Oooh promises, promises! So tell me, Professor Snape, what would you have done if I had suddenly shown up in your classroom one day, pushed you back against the desk and done this?” She climbed on top of him, straddling his thighs, enjoying the feel of his soft organ suddenly springing to life against her.

“I would probably have been too shocked to do anything at first,” he admitted, his hands sliding deliciously down her hips. “What would you have done next?”

She leaned forward over him and kissed him, a full opened mouth kiss full of tongue and promise. She dragged her nails across the back of his neck, making his nipples contract. He pulled his mouth from hers and grabbed her arms, dragging her up over him until he could bury his face in her dangling breasts. She reveled in the feeling for a few moments, then, positioning herself carefully, slid back, impaling herself on his now firm manhood.

Severus groaned. He reached forward and searched her folds until he found her little button of pleasure. He started stroking it with his thumb as Hermione began to ride him. She looked down at him, lying on his back, a look of bliss on his face.

“Do you like me on top?” she asked.

He nodded.

She watched his face with great interest as she explored this new position. Their bodies were both slick with massage oil. The inside of her thighs were covered in it so she could slide easily over him, the slippery feeling both stimulating and yet frustrating. Again and again she slid forward, engaging her clitoris onto his obliging thumb.

Hermione found that being on top also gave her more leeway for exploration. She discovered that if she concentrated on contracting every muscle as she pulled upwards she could make him groan, nearly every time! It was a delightful discovery that she had made herself. He hadn’t taught her. And it excited her to be making the moves, to be pleasing him and yet answerall all of her own needs as well. His hands were now free to pleasure her rather than hold his weight off of her. She began to lose herself in the joy of being in control.

Severus watched Hermione with intense delight. He groaned happily as a velvet fist seemed to be repeatedly squeezing his shaft, urging him on to what he knew was going to be a monumental climax. Where had she learned that? He looked up at his goddess, such a beautiful sight! She was riding him hard, oblivious to everything and approaching an orgasm. He loved how she looked! Her face was turned upwards to the ceiling, mouth slightly opened, gasping with the building tension.

Mesmerized by the sight of the woman he loved above him, Severus reached his free hand forward and began to fondle her breasts. Hermione leaned into his touch. The fingers of one hand pinched gently at her nipples while the other kept busy stroking her pleasure nub in a steady rhythm. It was just enough to put her over the edge. She moaned loudly, calling his name in abandon. Her face was still turned upwards in ecstasy. Her body was shuddering and her throbbing depths massaged him to the very edge of his own glorious release. So close...

That’s when he realized they weren’t alone.