A Debt Of Life

Tears rolling down his face he lifted her into his lap, and tried to stop her from speaking. But his stubborn little lioness always had to have the last word.

"Shh, please, don’t use your energy speaking, help will be here soon," He whispered to her, as he caressed her bloodied face.

Her eyes started to glaze over with unshed tears, trying to speak was a lot harder then she had thought at this moment. She smiled at him, to let him know that it would be ok, but it was replaced quickly with body shuddering coughs.

He pulled her closer to his chest, as he witnessed her coughing up blood once more, and for the first time in his life he prayed and begged the gods not to take her from him, to let her live.

They looked into each others eyes and he told her once more it was going to be ok, even though he knew deep down, that it wasn’t going to be anywhere near ok.

He put his head closer to her head, when he realised she was trying to talk again, knowing telling her not to, would do no good.

"I..I Love…You."

The words made it to him, as her eyes rolled back into her head, the last breaths left her body, and her heart no longer beat in unison with his own.

"Please, no Hermione, please."

"Bring her back, I need her, Bring her back," He screamed the darkened sky above him.

As if the sky had heard him the clouds parted and the ground began to shake.

With the sound of thunder and the flashing lightning, the figure of a woman appeared in front of Severus.

"Severus Snape, the day you decided my sons life was more important then your own, was the day a debt of life was cast upon us. The gods and goddesses of life, love and good will have been looking down on you for the time that you may need us. Today is that day and the debt that I owe you will be repaid."

The Goddess Hecate stood over Severus and Hermione. To any of the onlookers it would have been said that the goddess had blown a kiss at the grieving Severus and dead Hermione. All Severus saw was a small gold light, blown from the lips of a goddess, enter that of his dead love, and breathe renewed life into her body and soul.

Hermione opened her eyes and looked straight into those of her love.

"Am I in heaven? If I am, I don’t want to leave, you are here and I don’t feel anymore pain, I love you Severus."

Severus looked up to the goddess.

"Thank you."

Hecate nodded and smiled at the feeling of love that radiated from the couple.

"Devlyn sends his love." And with that and another crack of thunder she was gone.

Severus looked back down at Hermione, tightened his embrace on her and then pulled her lips to his, letting every emotion flow through him and into the most intense kiss of his life.

Everything would be alright, Hermione would be alright.

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Severus and Hermione spent the next few days after Voldemort’s defeat in a small cabin Severus owned, out in the middle of nowhere. It was peaceful, and gave them the opportunity to show each other how much they loved each other without the worry of being interrupted.

They knew people would be upset at them for not staying to clean up. But they had, had enough of destruction and death and needed to move on with life.

The night before they were due back to London, they decided to take a relaxing bath.

Hermione lit some candles and turned on some soft music, as the bath started to fill. She then lit candles in the bedroom, stripped off her clothes and lay in waiting for Severus to return from sending off an owl.

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Walking into the bathroom, the first thing he noticed was that she had lit candles instead of using the main light.

The second thing he noticed was the scent of vanilla and rose wafting through the air.

The third thing he noticed was that Hermione was absent from the bath tub.

Before he got the chance to worry or to even turn around he felt a pair of arms wrap themselves around him, and the hands attached start to unbutton his shirt.

When the last shirt button had been pulled through its hole, the hands slowly removed the shirt; familiar lips started planting open mouthed kisses on his back as soon as his bare skin was revealed.

The moment his shirt hit the ground the hands slid down the front of his body, applying a slight amount of pressure when they roamed over his increasing bulge.

Severus Snape felt powerless, and did the only thing left to do, he moaned.

Not knowing how he had been oblivious to the fact he had been stripped of his pants and boxers, he watched as the hands that had been on his body disappear and the woman whom they were attached to come into view, allowing his eyes to possessively roam her naked form.

Hermione took his hand and led him to the bath, both of them taking their time to sink into its hot depths.

She made sure to sit behind, something she had started doing after she had watched the movie pretty woman. It gave her the most skin on skin contact. She could touch, taste and feel more of him.

He sat between her legs, his head rested on her shoulders.

She grabbed a soft wash cloth and started to wash him down, slowly rubbing in the soap over his body in a circular motion, then rinsing it off with her hands.

After washing him down, head to foot, they lay in the bath for a while. Not talking, just being.

Hermione started smoothing back his hair with one hand, the other snaking down to rub shapes on his abdomen.

The soft sensual caresses were starting to have an effect on him, so as soon as the hand was in reach, he picked it up, raised it to his mouth and grazed her knuckles with his teeth.

He turned in the bath, splashing water over the edge as a result, but not really caring, as long as it kept him between her legs.

He pushed himself up her body creating a slight friction between them, and groaned as his hardening penis brushed over her clit.

He slid one of his hands up her body and gripped the back of the tub so that he didn’t slip.

The other hand sunk into the water and under Hermione’s back and lay it on the base of her spine for a moment before sliding it up the middle of her back making her shiver and arch into him.

His hand kept moving until it reached the back of her neck and his fingers automatically tangled themselves into her hair, and pulled her head closer to his so he could take possession of her lips with his passionately.

Knowing her body would be ready for him; he slid his fully erect penis into her and started a slow and enticing rhythm, eliciting a moan of appreciation from both of them.

With the need for oxygen he removed his lips from hers and spread barely there kisses over her throat while catching his breath, and started to add some force to his thrusts, letting Hermione’s panting, whimpering and moaning give him the knowledge of what her body wanted.

"Oh God Severus, deeper, harder please baby," Hermione moaned.

Severus stilled his thrusts and pulled out for a moment, reached to his side and pulled one of her legs out of the water and placed it onto his shoulder then thrust forward sheathing himself fully, and almost growled his appreciation of the new angle.

He started to forcefully thrust into her again and again, moaning and growling. Hermione started to scream his name as she climaxed, and Severus followed her over the edge, whilst bitting into her shoulder, marking her as his.

"Mmm, that was very nice my dear, shall we adjourn to the bedroom?" Severus asked still trying to catch his breath.

"Uh ha, that would be good. I’m kinda tired luv,"

Severus lifted himself out of the bath, picked up his wand and cast a quick drying spell on himself, then repeated the same actions with Hermione. Once they were both dry Severus picked up Hermione and carried her into the bedroom, then lay her on the bed. He walked over and stoked the fire before joining her in the bed, once under the covers, he reached out and pulled Hermione’s body against his own, kissed her on the shoulder, took a deep breath relishing in her scent and fell into a peaceful slumber.