Careless Wishes

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry it's taken so long to update this chapter - my plot bunny has been somewhat over indulging over the holidays, so i let him have some time off on the proviso that he came back afterwards and helped me finish off this story. In the meantime i've been working on some of my original stories (which i always find harder to write than my fanfics!) in the hope of eventually writing something that might get published (ha!). Anyways, read and review. This is the final chappie, so i'd love to hear what you think. I re wrote this thing like twelve times already!!

Hermione whimpered as Severus’ fingers began to stroke lower and lower. She had never felt anything like this. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach and her breath caught in her throat. His fingers left tingling trails down her belly and hips as he stroked her skin. His breath was hot on her breasts. She bucked her hips up towards him and whimpered with desire as he pulled ever so slightly away from her and chuckled.

He stood back from her and watched. There she lay with her chestnut curls spread out, all tangled where he had run his hands through them. Her robe was open, exposing her to him. He noticed that her arms edged to cover herself up.

Silently he motioned for her to stand. She did as she was bidden and Severus pushed the robe from her body almost in the same motion that he knelt down. His lips explored her stomach as his fingers dug into her hips, pulling her close. Suddenly his tongue darted out to invade her belly button.

Hermione gasped for what seemed the hundredth time that night as she felt his wet muscle tasting her. He put pressure on her hips, moving her backwards, before picking her up and flinging her down onto the red silk of the bed. He covered her body with his, kissing her passionately and grinding his hardness into her thigh.

Severus rubbed at her nub with his fingertip. She was so wet, he didn’t need to wait, so he put the his tip against her and kissed her as he inched into her. Slowly he pushed completely into her, feeling her tense up around him, unused to the sensations. He stopped moving and gently laid kisses along her collarbone, letting her get accustomed to having him within her. Hermione’s breathing was ragged and hot against him. Just the feeling of her squirming against him, her soft fingertips pawing at his back, sent his mind and body into overdrive. He let go of his senses, willing time to stop so he could revel in the feel of her until the end of time.

“Move, Severus, please!” Hermione’s voice came out as a whimper, jolting him out of his reverie. He smiled down at her and his lips found hers as he began to move, ever so slowly, within her. Hermione let all the frustration that had built up within her since the Desiderium Draught had started all this out as a moan. Severus felt heavenly inside her.

As he thrust into her, Severus took his time. He kept telling himself that this was just the Draught’s side effects causing them both to lose control like this. He kept telling himself to take his time, that this might well be the one and only time he had her in his arms, the only time he would be able to kiss her. His body was longing to send control out of the window, to bring them both to completion, but he daren’t. That would mean it would be over, and he didn’t want to go.

Hermione’s moans urged him on, he could feel her clenching around him, her nails digging into his back, her breath hotter and more ragged than it had been before. Severus kept his pace agonisingly slow, feeling his release building until Hermione’s moans told him that she could take it no more. He quickened his pace and soon felt her trembling around him, his name falling from her lips over and over, calling him to completion. With a half strangled howl he slumped forwards, gathering her in his arms., He rolled onto his back, taking her with him. Holding her to his chest he crooked his finger and the bedcovers tugged themselves out from under them and covered them up.

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Severus woke early to find himself completely alone in Hermione’s bed. He could smell her on the sheets and on himself. Sounds of running water and singing came from the bathroom. He eased himself up, feeling muscles that he hadn’t felt in years protest. He leant down and retrieved his pants from where they had fallen the previous night and slipped them on, not bothering with boxers, socks or shirt. He pulled his belt out from it’s loops and coiled it, playing absent mindedly with the big silver buckle.

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Hermione turned the water off and reached for one of the big, soft towels. Her hair lay sopping wet down her back. She crossed to the sink and wrung the excess water out before casting a drying spell on it and pinning it haphazardly on her head. Quickly towelling herself off she loosely tied her bathrobe and pushed open the door to find Severus seated at the table, a pot of hot coffee and a tray of toast in front of him, clad only in his black trousers. Hermione licked her lips at this sight. His trousers hung low on his waist due to the absence of a belt and it showed off his delicious chest. Hermione didn’t take her eyes from his as she slipped into his lap.

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As they lay together in their bed, Severus planted a kiss on his wife’s forehead. She smiled and wrapped her arms around him. They had been married for a year. No way did it feel so long.

Hermione jerked up as a deep chuckle began to shake Severus’ chest. It grew from a giggle into a hearty, booming laugh. Hermione sat upright, crossed her arms and raised her eyebrow, a trait she had learned from her husband. She waited until he had finished laughing before speaking,

“What’s so funny?” Severus struggled to rearrange his features.

“I was just thinking, love.” He reached out and pulled her back down onto his chest. “We wouldn’t be here if those two silly girls hadn’t blown up that cauldron of yours.”

Now it was Hermione’s turn to giggle.

“Well, the gods work in mysterious ways!!”

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