Broken Lives

Broken Lives

7. Chapter6…. What Comes With Revelations.

‘No!’ she cried, ‘that is not who I am anymore.’ She tried to turn away but he held her firmly.

‘Look at yourself, Hermione. Look at the real you,’ he said softly, his lips nearly touching her ear.

She was mesmerised by his voice and stopped her struggles. She looked at herself in the mirror, and then raised her eyes to look into his. His eyes had lost their normal cold, hateful look but what was it replaced with? Surely it was a distortion of the mirror, it couldn’t be what it seemed. No way. He could not desire her. Not when she looked like this.

‘Do you know what I see, Hermione?’ She shyly shook her head.

‘I see a beautiful, intelligent young woman.’

She was startled by his reply. As he continued, his arms wrapped tightly around her waist, drawing them closer together.

‘Do you know how long I’ve wanted to hold you close to me?’ Again she shook her head, not trusting her voice.

‘It was the summer after your fifth year. You were staying at The Burrows when I visited on Order business.’

Hermione remembered clearly. It had been a hot day and she had been swimming in the creek with Harry, Ron and Ginny. They had returned in the late afternoon to find Professor Snape sitting at the kitchen table talking to Mr & Mrs Weasley.

‘You were wearing that disgraceful muggle swimsuit.’

‘A bikini,’ Hermione said softly.

‘The moment I saw you I was captivated. I forgot what I was saying and had a great deal of trouble remembering even after you left. My body reacted to you immediately and I knew I would never see you as a silly little schoolgirl ever again.’

He gently turned her in his arms and looked down into her eyes. It had not been a trick of the mirror, it was desire she saw in his eyes.

He waved his wand again and her jeans and t-shirt disappeared. She stood in his arms dressed only in her lacy white bra and knickers.

‘This is how I remember you Hermione. This is how I see you every time I look at you, beautiful and sexy.’

Hermione felt her body react to his closeness and she was becoming aroused simply by his voice, a voice that could be so cruel and sarcastic. But a voice that was now washing over her body like smooth, dark silk. She looked up into his eyes which were burning with desire and passion and she knew he could see the same in hers.

Snape was surprised by the desire he saw in her eyes. He had told her of his feeling so she could know she was in fact a beautiful young woman. Never in his wildest dreams did he ever imagine that she would want him too. After all, he was so much older than her, not at all handsome, and more importantly, he was the hated Potions Master. Encouraged by the look in her eyes, he lowered his head, his lips stopping only inched from hers. She did not pull away, instead she close the distance until their lips touched. He lost all control then as he hungrily possessed her mouth. She gasped in surprise at the intensity of the kiss and this gave him access to slip his tongue into her mouth.

Hermione was still coming to terms with the fact that he wanted her when the intensity of the kiss hit her. This was like nothing she had ever experienced before, his tongue entered her mouth and began dueling with hers. As if by instinct, she moved her arms from where they had rested on his chest to circle his neck, her hands tangling in the silky length of his hair. Their kiss was more powerful than either of them had expected, more intense than either of them had ever experienced before.

Hermione felt herself being lifted from the floor. Without breaking their kiss, Snape carried her to his bed and gently lay her down. He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and looked down at the goddess lying on his bed. With a wave of his wand, his clothes disappeared and he stood before her wearing only a pair of black satin boxers. She admired his body. Although he was thin his muscles were well defined, he had the body of a well honed athlete. A light covering of dark hairs stood out against his pale chest. Her eyes followed the line of hair that disappeared beneath the waistband of his boxers. His erection was clearly visible, tenting the silky black fabric.

Snape smiled at her as she scutinised his body. He lay down beside her, she willingly moved into his embrace and their lips met for another mind-blowing kiss. They were wrapped in each others arms, legs tangled. Hermione marveled at the feeling of his skin against hers as she felt his hard length pressed against her stomach. Without breaking their kiss he reached up, unhooked her bra and slipped it from her body before pulling her back against his chest. Hermione felt his chest hairs tickle her sensitive nipples and moaned into their kiss.

He broke their kiss and pulled back slightly to look into her eyes that were filled with admiration and desire.

‘You know I want you Hermione, but I don’t want to do anything to hurt or upset you. you have been through a terrible ordeal and I will wait until you are ready before we go any further.’ He gently kissed her forehead. ‘All I want for now is to have you in my arms, to feel you close, to keep you safe. Will you stay with me, my love, just to sleep beside me, nothing more?’

Hermione was touched by kiss kindness and consideration. She had long suspected that his normal harsh demeanor was nothing but a mask he had to wear in his role as a spy. She knew he would be true to his word. She trusted him; she simply had to say the word and all that would happen was that they would sleep together, wrapped in each others arms. But she wanted more, but how did she ask? She looked into his dark, smouldering eyes and decided the direct approach was the only truly Gryffindor way to proceed.

‘I will stay with you, but I don’t just want to be in your arms and sleep.’ He was about to protest when she put a finger to his lips to stop him.

‘I want you to make love to me; I want you to give me beautiful memories to chase away the nightmares I’ve been having.’

‘Are you sure Hermione? That was not my reason for bringing you to my bed.’

‘Yes, I’m sure. I trust you and I know you will not hurt me.’

Snape was lost in his thoughts for a moment. Did she really want him? He was not accustomed to beautiful, young women wanting him.

‘Say my name, Hermione, so I know you truly understand what you are asking.’

She brought her hands up to his face and gently caressed him.

‘Make love to me, Severus. Become one with me and make me whole.’

He needed no more encouragement, his heart soared. She wanted him, she truly wanted him. With another wave of his wand, their remaining garments disappeared. He kissed her passionately, then began to explore her beautiful body. He slowly kissed his way downwards until he reached the valley between her breasts. He buried his face between her glorious mounds and inhaled her unique scent. He moved to capture her right nipple in his mouth, gently suckling on her while he brought his hand up to play with her other breast.

Hermione was surprised by the sensations that flowed through her body as he took her into his mouth.

Severus withdrew his mouth and gently blew on her nipple, fascinated by the way it pebbled. Then, after barely a moment, he lavished the same attention on her left breast. He spent several minutes adoring her breasts before continuing his journey down her body, stopping only briefly to swirl his tongue in her navel. He could smell her arousal already and fought the urge to stop his ministrations and take her right away, but this was all about her needs not his, so he continued his journey. A few moments more and he reached her curly mound. He buried his nose in her curly briefly before gently spreading her thighs and gently settling himself between them. He looked up and was greeted by her lust filled eyes. She smiled seductively at him. He returned her smile as he lowered his mouth to taste her essence.

Hermione gasped as he ran his tongue upwards between her labia, finishing the stroke by flicking her hard nub. She was already so aroused, so wet. She tasted like sweet ambrosia. Any lasting reservations Hermione may have had disappeared the moment his tongue touched her. As he continued to hungrily feast upon her, she was overwhelmed by the sensations that were flooding through her body. She was on fire, she wanted more. Instinctively she began to move beneath him, thrusting upwards to increase the contact.
A hand joined his mouth and he gently slipped a finger into her. She moaned at the new sensation.

His finger found her wet and tight. He gently moved his finger to imitate the thrusts he would soon be making with his cock. He added a second finger to her tight canal. She moaned again and tangled her hands in his hair,, holding his head steady as she thrust against his mouth and fingers. A third finger entered her as he gently stretched her tight passage. Sensing she was close to her climax, he moved back and came up over her and captured her lips for another searing kiss. Hermione tasted her juices on his mouth and found the taste surprisingly erotic. He removed his fingers. She was about to protest at the loss when she felt the tip of his hard cock nudge at her entrance. Lust filled cinnamon eyes met his dark eyes.

‘Are you sure this is what you want, Hermione? It’s still not too late to ask me to stop.’

She smiled seductively up at him.

‘Take me Severus, make us one.’

Without hesitation he thrust fully into her. She cried out as a sharp pain shot through her. She looked up at him surprised.

‘But how?’ was all she said.

He forced himself to remain still as she became accustomed to the presence of his cock buried deep inside, then explained;

‘When I healed you, I also repaired your hymen giving you back your virginity which had been stolen from you.’

She looked at him with understanding and gratitude and smiled, and then he continued;

‘I never imagined I would be the one you would choose to give such a precious gift.’

She reached up to capture his lips with her own. As the pain subsided she began to move beneath him, breaking the kiss she replied;

‘I can think of no one more deserving of such a gift.’ And she kissed him again.

He picked up the rhythm of her movements and began to thrust into her sweet tight passage. As much as he wanted to pound into her and find his own release, he allowed her to set the pace. He could feel her orgasm building again and he increased the tempo of their coupling, until she screamed out her release.

‘Oh, yes Severus,’ she cried.

The force of her muscles contracting around his hard cock was all it took. With one last thrust he found his release as he spilled his seed inside her, her name on his lips. He collapsed onto her and they held each other tight. Slowly becoming conscious of his weight on her, he rolled onto his side, taking her with him, still intimately joined. he rained kisses over her face before pulling her to his chest and resting his chin on her head. He brushed the hair from her face and smiled down at the beautiful young woman in his arms, the woman, who had freely given him the most precious gift of all. A strange new sensation filled his heart, his very soul. As they both drifted off to sleep, he whispered;

‘I love you Hermione Granger, you are mine.’