Heart, Mind, Body and Soul

Hermione closed her eyes and whimpered slightly, feeling light headed.

He pulled away from her just enough to see her face, his hands still on her. "Would you like to go for a walk? Or do you want to stay at the party?"

"I want to be with you. I'm tired of not being able to tell you how I feel; show you." The desire in her voice caused him to close his eyes briefly, and steady his breathing.

"This isn't going to be easy," he stated and smoothed his hands down her neck and over her arms. He took one of her hands in his, turning her toward the grand doors to leave the Great Hall.

He was right. Many people started to approach them as they left, but a sneer from the professor stopped them, including some of the teachers. Harry and Ron were not so easily stopped. Ginny tried to hold Harry back, and Lavender trailed behind Ron with a shocked look on her face. Hermione almost laughed. She had never seen the girl at a loss for words.

"Hermione? What the bloody hell…" Ron started.

"I thought it was the potion Hermione? How long has this been going on?" Harry hissed.

"Harry. Ron." Hermione was exasperated. "We'll talk another time."

"But…" they both started, but Ginny and Lavender stopped them from going on.

"Leave them alone Harry." Ginny said with her hands on her hips.

Lavender pulled Ron's face around to look at her, "It's none of your business. She's a big girl."

Severus never let go of her hand, and just scowled at the boys. If it had been a staring match, Severus had won. Harry and Ron walked away in a huff and the girls gave Hermione a small smile and walked after them.

Once they got out of the Great Hall, Hermione let out a breath of relief.

"Where would you like to go?" he asked sensually.

"Somewhere private," was her only response.

She followed him down into the dungeons to his office. He lowered the wards around it and stepped back so she could enter. Stepping in behind her, he raised the wards again and flicked his wand at the fireplace to close it off from the Floo network.

"I want you to be sure of your choice Hermione. I'm not the kind of man who shares well."

"That's good, because when it comes to you, I think I would die if I had to share."

Severus smiled at her. "I wouldn't want to be the cause of your death. Well… maybe 'la petite mort'. " At this he took her hand and led her through an archway that looked like a window. It was the entrance to his private quarters. He again warded the room and blocked the Floo. Hermione looked around at the warm room. It looked a lot like the library, her favorite place at Hogwarts, until now. In front of the fireplace was a brown, leather sofa flanked by two matching armchairs. They sat on a large tapestry rug that extended close to the fireplace. It was a lighter shade of brown, with deep maroon, green and blue swirled designs. An old armoire sat in the corner and the walls were covered in book shelves.

"Make yourself comfortable." He flicked his wand at the fireplace and a roaring fire started. He walked over to the armoire, pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses then sat down next to Hermione on the sofa, handing her a glass.

"Hermione, you do realize that people are going to talk." He poured them both a glass of wine, and put a hand up when he saw that she was about to protest. "Let me finish. The Ministry of Magic will be here tomorrow. When I talked to Albus the day you kissed me, I let him know that I had been developing feelings for you this last year, although I did nothing about it at the time. He already knew of course; the barmy old wizard knows everything." He murmured the last part into his wine glass. He looked back at Hermione who was staring at the fire as she sipped her wine.

"I want to be with you, but if you don't, if it's going to be too hard on you, then I understand…" He could tell she was putting on a brave face, and tried to sound normal.

Severus put his wine glass down and chuckled.

Hermione turned to face him, both confused and irritated that he would laugh at her. "What's so funny?" she snapped.

He was still smiling, "I have faced much worse that the Ministry of Magic, witch."

"So have I!"

He took her wine glass and put it on the side table next to his. "Yes, I know. You are the strongest, brightest witch I know. I just want you to know what you are getting into with me."

"I think I can handle it," she whispered, looking up into his face.

"Hmmm… can you now?" His mouth crushed down on hers, not waiting for permission, but thrusting his tongue into her mouth, not that she resisted. He pulled her onto his lap so that she straddled his legs and she twined her fingers in his hair. He left no part of her mouth untouched. She battled back as best she could, but he was clearly in control.

She could feel his arousal and ground her hips in his lap, her knickers already wet.

He groaned, then pulled away from the kiss. "I'll be right back." He stood up, keeping her from falling by holding her waist, then walked through one of the doors opposite the fireplace, leaving the door open. Hermione watched him and saw that it was his bedroom. A soft light appeared a moment later.

She walked over to the doorway and leaned against the frame. The room had a huge, four poster bed, similar to the student beds, but on a much grander scale. A hunter green, velvet canopy was pulled back at each post. The bed itself was high and plush and covered with a matching bedspread. Matching bed side cabinets flanked either side of the bed, the same dark wood as the bed, a wardrobe and a leather chair in one corner and a lit fireplace in the other completed the room. It was cozy.

Severus walked through the door between the wardrobe and the fireplace and stopped, looking at Hermione. "I said I would be right back."

"I couldn't wait. What's that?" She could see he had something in his hand. He smirked and opened his hand to show her.

"Madame Pomfrey likes me to have several of these potions on hand. I don't trust keeping them anywhere but here. My private storage doesn't seem to be safe enough."

She tilted her head and smirked back. "A contraceptive potion. We were told about those our fourth year when we learned the spell. Why didn't we ever brew this potion?"

"Ha! I'm not about to teach a bunch of hormonal teenagers how to brew a potion that gives them free access to shagging for 24 hours. As you said, they are taught the spell should the occasion… arise."

As he walked toward her, his voice turned sultry and Hermione was glad she was leaning against the door frame. He stood in front of her with the potion in his hand, "If you want to walk away now, I'll understand, but if you stay, you will be mine."

Keeping her eyes locked on his, Hermione took the potion from his hand and uncorked it. "Do I drink the entire vial?"

"Yes," he whispered and watched her drink it. The trust she had in him caused his desire to burn even more.

He pulled her to him and claimed her mouth with soft, gentle kisses. Hermione sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. She had wanted to be here, in this moment, for so long it felt like a dream.

Severus bit her lower lip making her groan, then slid his tongue between her lips. Hermione felt her legs go weak as he explored her mouth once again. She tasted him back, brushing her tongue against the bottom of his as he was stroking the roof of her mouth.

A low growl emitted from the back of his throat. He ran one hand up her back and cradled the back of her head, threading her hair through his fingers. With his other hand he reached for the zipper holding her dress on and, ever so slowly, pulled it down.

He moved his kisses from her mouth, across the line of her jaw and nibbled at her neck.

"Hermione," he drawled seductively, "I want to see your body. I want to touch you, smell you, taste you. I want to hear you scream my name."

"Oh yes Severus," Hermione moaned and slid her hands to unbutton his shirt. He stepped back slightly and her dress fell in a puddle of red satin around her feet.

Severus looked down at her nearly bare body. She was left in a pair of red lacy knickers, her heels and jewelry. "Hermione, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." Using the backs of his fingers, he caressed her from her shoulders and down her arms and took both of her hands in his. He backed up until he hit the bed. "Are you sure this… me… I'm what you want?" his breathing was labored.

Hermione answered by stepping out of her heels and returned to unbuttoning his shirt. He helped her untuck it and she slid it off his shoulders, feeling the heat of his skin as she went.

Severus fell back on the bed, and pulled her down on top of him and kissed her with abandoned passion. He flipped her over so she was laying in the middle of the bed, and sat up on his knees between hers. "Hermione, are you a virgin?" He caressed the outsides of her thighs. Her body responded to his touch as if it knew what to do on its own. She raised her legs and wrapped them around his waist. He leaned forward, bracing his hands on the bed on either side of her head.

She could feel her heart beating hard, and tried to control her breathing, to no avail. "Yes, but I've read a lot."

Severus chuckled and smiled at her, "Of course you have. Then you know the first time will hurt a little."

"It shouldn't be… ohhhh…." He was suckling on her neck. She reached up and grabbed his hair, pulling him closer to her.

The feel of her hands in his hair excited him even more. "You were saying?" he whispered and he skimmed his way from her neck to her shoulder.

"Ahhhh… ummmm… it shouldn't hurt… Severus…"

"Should I stop?"

"No!" she cried. He smirked against her skin. "Why do you think it won't hurt? Tell me." He darted his tongue across her skin downward and teased her with his mouth along the soft skin of her breast, avoiding her nipples. She was trying to guide his head where she needed him, but it wasn't working.

"My barrier broke while riding on the back of the Hippogriff my third year." She muttered quickly and arched her back.

Severus ran his tongue over one of her nipples and stroked her other breast with his thumb. "Oh, Merlin!" she cried. She threw her head back and bucked her hips up against him. She could feel his erection pressing up against her core and tried to get friction.

He sucked on her nipple and brought it all into his mouth and flicked his tongue over the tip. Hermione felt like she was going out of her mind. After paying equal attention to her other breast, he nibbled and kissed his way down her stomach and ran the tip of his tongue along the edge of her lacy knickers.

He breathed in the scent of her arousal and stroked one finger over her knicker covered slit.

Hermione was gripping the bed cover, and screamed when he touched her. "Oh… Severus… I'm not going to make it!"

Smiling, he hooked his fingers over the sides of the lacy garment, and slowly pulled them off her. When he stood up Hermione propped herself up on her elbows and watched him remove the rest of his clothing. She stared at his cock. He was thick and long; bigger than what she had read was "average", but not as scary as some of the "exceptions" the book had mentioned. She glanced up to him watching her. "Severus, please…" she moaned.

He laid down by her side and caressed her stomach, looking over her body then up into her eyes. He held her gaze as he lowered his hand and stroked the very wet hair between her thighs.

"I want to see you cum," he murmured in his low, silky voice. Hermione was on the edge. He slid a finger up her slit and stroked her clit. "You are so wet." He continued working on her with his fingers running then up and down her core. When he slipped one finger inside her and rubber her clit with his thumb, Hermione dropped back onto the bed, unable to hold herself up any longer.

"Oh… yesss… oh, SEVERUS!"

"That's it. Let go!" he whispered in her ear. She screamed at the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her.

Before she could come down from her high, he lowered himself, pushed her legs open and licked her core from her entry to her clit, causing her to scream again. He wrapped his arms under her thighs, and held them open with his hands. She writhed and tossed and he plunged his tongue as deep as he could, swirling in around inside her.

"Sev… ohhhh…" she could feel another peak hitting her.

"Mmmmmm," he murmured. He loved the way she tasted, and how she responded so openly to him. He also knew she had been waiting for him. He attached his lips around her clit and sucked it into his mouth, and flicked it up, down, back and forth with his tongue. She cried out as an explosion of nerves hit her, and he licked and sucked up her release.

When she quit shaking he crawled up so he was hovering over her and looked down into her eyes. She reached up, and caressed his face. "Severus, I need you." she purred.

He moaned and kissed her hard, then hissed when he felt her hand stroke his cock swirling the bit of pre-cum around his smooth head. She took hold of him and guided him to her core. He dipped into her so that just the head was inside her. When she started bucking her hips for more, he slipped in a bit more, teasing her.

"Damn it Severus! Quit teasing me." She roared and whimpered.

That's all he needed and slammed down into her.

"Yessss…" she hissed.

He hooked both her knees over his arms, which made her hips rise off the bed. He pulled out and thrust in again hitting a sweet spot.

"There!" she yelled, "Don't stop!"

He kept the rythmatic thrusting, moaning at the feel of her. "You like it witch?"

"Yes… more…" she could barely talk and when Severus started pounding into her faster, her breath caught. "More…" she squeeked out.

He understood and thrust, hard and fast hitting the hilt every time. "Cum Hermione!"

"Oh… yessss…"

"I want to feel you!"

"Ohhhhhh… I'm cumming!"

"I want to hear you scream my name when you climax Hermione!"

"SEVERUSSSSS!!!!!!!" she screamed as wave after wave of intense pleasure hit her. Her nails dug into his back so hard there would probably be scars.

"Hermione!" he roared. The feeling of her inner walls clenching him with such force brought him over the edge, unloading his seed into her.

She slumped under him, every ounce of strength she had, every fiber of her being had been turned over to him, and for a moment the whole world seemed to fade away.

"Hermione?"

"Hmmm?" was all she could mutter for a response.

"You are mine," he breathed in his low, silky voice. She was panting and flushed. He twirled a lock of her hair in his hand. "I am a possesive man Herrmione."

"Can I say the same thing? Are you mine as well?"

"For as long as you want me." He cuddled her up in his arms and managed to get the covers over them. They were both clammy, and could proabably use a shower, but he didn't want to lose this feeling or the way she smelled.

"I'm not going anywhere Severus. I love you." she said as she fell asleep in his arms.

He stroked her hair and whispered back, "I love you too."


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A/N:

La petite mort, French for "the small death", is a popular reference for sexual orgasm. The term has generally been interpreted to describe the post-orgasmic fainting spells or unconsciousness some lovers' experience.

More widely, it can refer to the spiritual release that comes with orgasm, or a short period of melancholy or transcendence, as a result of the expenditure of the "life force".

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