10 Years After
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Adult ++
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7,029
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Chapter 7
10 Years After
Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I own nothing of what you’re about to read, with the possible exception of the plot, although I’m sure it’s been done before. The places, characters, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Thanks.
A/N: spaz141 – yes, adultery is unpleasant, but unfortunately it happens and sometimes it happens with good people who just aren’t getting what they need from a marriage. I’m trying to portray Hermione as a woman who loves her husband, just isn’t IN love with him and probably never truly was. And for the record, I’m thinking Harry might actually feel the same way if he looked inside himself. Thank you so much for your review and for letting me know that it seems like a real possible situation for you.
Kate and deb – I like that line myself, even though I have doubts as to its grammatical correctness (as I have doubts that this sentence is even close to being grammatically correct, LOL)
Estilda – I used your review as a line in the story. Hope you don’t mind. It fit and I liked it.
*****
Corforinu, Greece: March 29, 2008, late morning; Hermione’s Villa.
Hermione swiftly took down the locking charms on her villa and pulled Severus inside. With a quick wave of her wand she rendered them both clothes-less and pulled Severus into a tight embrace. Severus found her lips with his and captured them in a deep kiss.
“Now,” he whispered, breaking the kiss for a moment, “you said you wanted my mouth in certain places?”
“Yes,” breathed Hermione, “anywhere that’s hard…” she guided his head down to her breast where he found her dark pink nipples hard enough to cut glass.
Severus gently pushed her to the bed and laid her on her back. He took a nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue as he gently sucked on it. Hermione moaned. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and having Severus suck on them hurt so good. He nibbled on the right one whilst he played with the left one with his fingers, pulling and rolling it between them. Hermione thrust her breasts into his mouth as he tugged on one nipple with his teeth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
“Harder, Severus. Please…more of that…Gods, it feels so good………”
Severus followed her orders and sucked and bit harder on her nipples. There were times when Hermione liked it a little bit rougher than usual, a darker side that her husband would never explore with her. She wanted to be brought to the brink of pain, then soothed. And that is precisely what Severus was doing to her breasts. Pulling her nipples hard into his mouth, using his teeth, making it hurt, then gently licking them and placing kisses on them. She wantim tim to spend hours on her nipples, but there were other areas that needed attention as well.
“Anywhere that’s wet,” she moaned, pushing his head down further toward her wet center of being.
Severus smiled against her smooth skin as he spread her open and ran his tongue across her. Not only was she wet, she was quivering.
“Hmm,” commented Severus, breathing in her musky scent of desire, “two birds with one stone…wet AND quivering.”
He flicked lightly at her clit with the tip of his tongue, causing Hermione to groan and buck slightly. She was so responsive. Like someone who has been hungry for so long and offered a banquet. All Severus wanted to do was please her. He had never felt this way before. Yes, he had been with other women, had even had a few relationships, but none that made him feel the way he did when he was with this woman. He wanted all of Hermione; her body, her mind, her spirit. He knew that was too much to ask and he believed she would never be able to give all of herself to him. There was too much past involved. Too many memories of his cruel barbs and sharp tongued comments. He would live for the moment, he told himself. Live for each second he could be with her, until she decided that she preferred her quiet normal married life. A life that didn’t involve Severus Snape.
He shook away the thoughts and concentrated on Hermione. He sucked in her clit, feeling her grasp his head and push him further intr. r. With his lips and tongue, he stimulated every inch of her center, darting his tongue inside her, then with small flicking licks made his way back to her clit. She writhed and moaned as he brought her closer and closer to release. He settled his mouth on her swollen clit, sucking it harder and flicking it with his tongue until Hermione thought she would pass out from the pleasure. She felt wave after way of orgasm course through her body as he didn’t let up with his mouth until she was thoroughly spent. He gave her one last lick before kissing his way back up her body. She was shuddering and shaking, and as he looked into her beautiful face, he discovered that she was crying.
“Oh gods, Hermione, I am so sorry,” he said, concern filling his dark eyes.
“For what? Making me come harder than I ever have in my life? For caring more about my pleasure than yours? For being more of what I ever dreamed of in a man than the person I married? For making me realize that I cannot stay married to Harry when I’m not in love with him? I’m not crying because of anything you DID, Severus, I’m crying because of everything you ARE,” she said, “and everything I want you to be. I can’t leave here in a few days and go back to my old life. I can’t leave this behind. I can’t leave you behind.”
“What are you saying, Hermione?”
“I’m saying that the man I need isn’t the man I married. The boy who lived is not the man who makes me moan. Harry never should have been more than my friend. I love him, but I’m not IN love with him. I’m falling in love with someone else. I’m falling in love with you, Severus, and I can’t change that. Even if you never feel the same way, I can’t stay married to Harry knowing that I love someone else. It’s not fair to him.”
Severus stared at her, shock registering on his face. Hermione was falling in love with him.
“I’m sorry, Severus,” she said, noting his lock of shock, “I never should have said anything. I should have just gone back to Godric’s Hollow and quietly divorced Harry. I don’t mean to put this on you. I know you don’t feel the same way.
“I do, Hermione,” whispered Severus, “except for one small detail. I’m not falling in love with you.”
“Oh,” replied Hermione, sadness sweeping across her chocolate brown eyes.
“No, I’ve already fallen. It’s too late for me.”
“You’re…in love with me?”
“Since New York,” replied Severus, “I just never thought you’d reciprocate.”
Severus pulled Hermione into his arms and gently kissed her forehead. She snuggled into him, feeling safer and more secure than she ever had in her life. She had to talk to Harry, and the sooner the better. She realized that she wasn’t leaving Harry for Severus, she was leaving him for her. She was incomplete with Harry. He had his dreams and she had her dreams, and they were in constant conflict. She couldn’t be what he needed her to be and he couldn’t be what she needed him to be. It was better now to simply cut their losses and move on. If moving on for her included Severus, then so be it. But Hermione realized that he wasn’t the reason she was leaving Harry. He was the catalyst for her decision. A dark, brooding, devastatingly sexy catalyst for her decision.
“Severus?”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to leave right now. I have Harry’s itinerary and I’m going to find him and talk this out now. It can’t wait any longer.”
“When will I hear from you again?”
“I was hoping you’d stay here and wait for me. I have a feeling that this won’t take very long. The more I think about it, the more I realize that a passionless marriage involves both parties and if Harry looked deeply enough into this situation, he’d probably come to the same conclusion I came to. We don’t share the same dreams, interests, or desires.”
“I’ll be here,” stated Severus.
Hermione smiled as she got out of bed and quickly dressed. She leaned over and kissed Severus, a kiss filled with longing, desire, and promise. With another smile, she disapparated from the room, leaving Severus behind waiting for his future to return.
Chapter 7
Disclaimer: I own nothing of what you’re about to read, with the possible exception of the plot, although I’m sure it’s been done before. The places, characters, etc. belong to JK Rowling. Thanks.
A/N: spaz141 – yes, adultery is unpleasant, but unfortunately it happens and sometimes it happens with good people who just aren’t getting what they need from a marriage. I’m trying to portray Hermione as a woman who loves her husband, just isn’t IN love with him and probably never truly was. And for the record, I’m thinking Harry might actually feel the same way if he looked inside himself. Thank you so much for your review and for letting me know that it seems like a real possible situation for you.
Kate and deb – I like that line myself, even though I have doubts as to its grammatical correctness (as I have doubts that this sentence is even close to being grammatically correct, LOL)
Estilda – I used your review as a line in the story. Hope you don’t mind. It fit and I liked it.
*****
Corforinu, Greece: March 29, 2008, late morning; Hermione’s Villa.
Hermione swiftly took down the locking charms on her villa and pulled Severus inside. With a quick wave of her wand she rendered them both clothes-less and pulled Severus into a tight embrace. Severus found her lips with his and captured them in a deep kiss.
“Now,” he whispered, breaking the kiss for a moment, “you said you wanted my mouth in certain places?”
“Yes,” breathed Hermione, “anywhere that’s hard…” she guided his head down to her breast where he found her dark pink nipples hard enough to cut glass.
Severus gently pushed her to the bed and laid her on her back. He took a nipple into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue as he gently sucked on it. Hermione moaned. Her nipples were so hard they hurt and having Severus suck on them hurt so good. He nibbled on the right one whilst he played with the left one with his fingers, pulling and rolling it between them. Hermione thrust her breasts into his mouth as he tugged on one nipple with his teeth, sending waves of pleasure coursing through her body.
“Harder, Severus. Please…more of that…Gods, it feels so good………”
Severus followed her orders and sucked and bit harder on her nipples. There were times when Hermione liked it a little bit rougher than usual, a darker side that her husband would never explore with her. She wanted to be brought to the brink of pain, then soothed. And that is precisely what Severus was doing to her breasts. Pulling her nipples hard into his mouth, using his teeth, making it hurt, then gently licking them and placing kisses on them. She wantim tim to spend hours on her nipples, but there were other areas that needed attention as well.
“Anywhere that’s wet,” she moaned, pushing his head down further toward her wet center of being.
Severus smiled against her smooth skin as he spread her open and ran his tongue across her. Not only was she wet, she was quivering.
“Hmm,” commented Severus, breathing in her musky scent of desire, “two birds with one stone…wet AND quivering.”
He flicked lightly at her clit with the tip of his tongue, causing Hermione to groan and buck slightly. She was so responsive. Like someone who has been hungry for so long and offered a banquet. All Severus wanted to do was please her. He had never felt this way before. Yes, he had been with other women, had even had a few relationships, but none that made him feel the way he did when he was with this woman. He wanted all of Hermione; her body, her mind, her spirit. He knew that was too much to ask and he believed she would never be able to give all of herself to him. There was too much past involved. Too many memories of his cruel barbs and sharp tongued comments. He would live for the moment, he told himself. Live for each second he could be with her, until she decided that she preferred her quiet normal married life. A life that didn’t involve Severus Snape.
He shook away the thoughts and concentrated on Hermione. He sucked in her clit, feeling her grasp his head and push him further intr. r. With his lips and tongue, he stimulated every inch of her center, darting his tongue inside her, then with small flicking licks made his way back to her clit. She writhed and moaned as he brought her closer and closer to release. He settled his mouth on her swollen clit, sucking it harder and flicking it with his tongue until Hermione thought she would pass out from the pleasure. She felt wave after way of orgasm course through her body as he didn’t let up with his mouth until she was thoroughly spent. He gave her one last lick before kissing his way back up her body. She was shuddering and shaking, and as he looked into her beautiful face, he discovered that she was crying.
“Oh gods, Hermione, I am so sorry,” he said, concern filling his dark eyes.
“For what? Making me come harder than I ever have in my life? For caring more about my pleasure than yours? For being more of what I ever dreamed of in a man than the person I married? For making me realize that I cannot stay married to Harry when I’m not in love with him? I’m not crying because of anything you DID, Severus, I’m crying because of everything you ARE,” she said, “and everything I want you to be. I can’t leave here in a few days and go back to my old life. I can’t leave this behind. I can’t leave you behind.”
“What are you saying, Hermione?”
“I’m saying that the man I need isn’t the man I married. The boy who lived is not the man who makes me moan. Harry never should have been more than my friend. I love him, but I’m not IN love with him. I’m falling in love with someone else. I’m falling in love with you, Severus, and I can’t change that. Even if you never feel the same way, I can’t stay married to Harry knowing that I love someone else. It’s not fair to him.”
Severus stared at her, shock registering on his face. Hermione was falling in love with him.
“I’m sorry, Severus,” she said, noting his lock of shock, “I never should have said anything. I should have just gone back to Godric’s Hollow and quietly divorced Harry. I don’t mean to put this on you. I know you don’t feel the same way.
“I do, Hermione,” whispered Severus, “except for one small detail. I’m not falling in love with you.”
“Oh,” replied Hermione, sadness sweeping across her chocolate brown eyes.
“No, I’ve already fallen. It’s too late for me.”
“You’re…in love with me?”
“Since New York,” replied Severus, “I just never thought you’d reciprocate.”
Severus pulled Hermione into his arms and gently kissed her forehead. She snuggled into him, feeling safer and more secure than she ever had in her life. She had to talk to Harry, and the sooner the better. She realized that she wasn’t leaving Harry for Severus, she was leaving him for her. She was incomplete with Harry. He had his dreams and she had her dreams, and they were in constant conflict. She couldn’t be what he needed her to be and he couldn’t be what she needed him to be. It was better now to simply cut their losses and move on. If moving on for her included Severus, then so be it. But Hermione realized that he wasn’t the reason she was leaving Harry. He was the catalyst for her decision. A dark, brooding, devastatingly sexy catalyst for her decision.
“Severus?”
“Yes?”
“I’m going to leave right now. I have Harry’s itinerary and I’m going to find him and talk this out now. It can’t wait any longer.”
“When will I hear from you again?”
“I was hoping you’d stay here and wait for me. I have a feeling that this won’t take very long. The more I think about it, the more I realize that a passionless marriage involves both parties and if Harry looked deeply enough into this situation, he’d probably come to the same conclusion I came to. We don’t share the same dreams, interests, or desires.”
“I’ll be here,” stated Severus.
Hermione smiled as she got out of bed and quickly dressed. She leaned over and kissed Severus, a kiss filled with longing, desire, and promise. With another smile, she disapparated from the room, leaving Severus behind waiting for his future to return.