After The War

As night came on, Hermione sat rather straight backed in her favorite chair. She wasn't sure exactly what was expected of her. Each minute that clicked by on the Grandfather clock in the corner increased her anxiety. Bed time was drawing near and she didn't know whether she was to go to his room or him to hers or both to their seperate rooms. She pretended to read Romeo and Juliet while Severus sat across from her reading the evening paper.

He too was feeling rather anxious about the whole affair though he didn't show it in the slightest. He wondered if she would follow him to his bedroom when he announced that he was going to bed or if she'd just trot along to her own room. He had wanted to say something but it seemed there was no right fashion to say such a thing. What was he supposed to say, "Will you be sleeping in my bed tonight?" because that didn't sound at all romantic or even inviting. It sounded near idiotic in his head so he just sat and pretended to read the Evening Prophet.

When the clock struck ten he couldn't hold off any longer. His eyes were drooping down and he had noticed that Hermione's book was upside down. They were both tired and he felt the need to make the first move. "Oh it's getting rather late. I think it's time we got to bed." He stood and in a second he had decided upon the best course of action to meet his ends. He held out a hand to her and she put her book down and took it.

The firelight cast a silhouette of a couple walking hand in hand down the long hall that ended in Severus Snapes bedroom.

Hermione had never been in his bedroom and her sleepy eyes opened wide at first glance. It was much larger than she had expected and much more beautifully decorated than the rest of the house. The room held more black than was her taste but that was to be expected considering it's occupant. The bed was large enough for three people to sleep comfortably and was draped in black and green linens. The pillow cases had a silver serpent on them, the true slytherin from top to bottom. There was a large wardrobe in the corner which she expected held more black robes. A large couch sat near the roaring fireplace and a black bookshelf was next to it.

Severus was wasting little time. By the time Hermione had taken in the room he was in his black dressing gown and was pulling down the bedding. "Oh," she muttered. "I've left my dressing gown in my room."

Severus smiled, something he was doing much more often these days. "Not to worry, stay here I'll tend to it." He left the bedroom door open and stalked down the hall. Hermione took the time to investigate the contents of the bookshelves. He returned a few minutes later not with one dressing gown but the entire contents of her wardrobe floating in front of him. He went toward his own wardrobe, opened the door and stood back as her clothes fitted themselves snugly next to his own robes.

"You'll be wanting those in the morning," he said as he went back to the bed and turned it down again. Hermione changed into her night clothes with her back to him, everything still felt a bit weird. Severus, though he had every wish to see her unclothed once again, averted his eyes to the ceiling until he was certain she'd finished changing.

When he looked at her he found that she'd changed into a tartan dressing gown and he had a horrible mental image of a young McGonagall getting into bed next to him. "That gown is horrid," he said with a curling lip.

"Whats wrong with it?"

"Well for one thing, tartan doesn't suit you at all and for another I just had a terrible mental image of Minerva McGonagall climbing into my bed. She fancies those tartan sleeping gowns."

She rolled her eyes playfully. "And I suppose you'll suggest that I take it off and sleep in the nude."

He supressed a smile. "I would never suggest such a thing Ms. Granger," he said in an overly polite fashion. "But I wouldn't protest if you took it off of your own accord." This time he couldn't supress the smile or the small laugh that proceeded it.

"Well I would never take it off of my accord Mr. Snape, I'd do the lady like thing and let the gentlmen take it off for me." She leaned in and kissed him tenderly.

"If that's lady like then I've lost touch with manners," he said as they broke apart. He let his hands slide up the dressing gown and was rather surprised to find nothing underneath of it. "No knickers?"

Something she'd heard a long long time ago flashed through her mind and she said it without thinking. "I like a healthy breeze about my privates," she said and was immediately overcome with a fit of giggles.

Even Severus couldn't help but laugh as he pulled the tartan gown over her head and threw it to the floor. "Thank Merlin that's gone," he muttered as his hands grazed over her body.

He took his time tonight, letting his hands glide over every portion of her. There was a tenderness in his touch that she hadn't known and it was most welcome. Hermione Granger had only had one other lover in her life and Ron had always been very gentle. So gentle in fact, that sometimes she'd wished he'd be more aggressive. Still, she'd missed that gentle touch and was rather relieved that find the Severus capable of it.

"Mmm," she let out a soft moan as his hand found her breast. His fingers were cold and they slid over her nipple making it erect immediately. His face was level with hers and he was gazing longingly into her big brown eyes. "Kiss me," she muttered and he found it easy to comply.

They kissed for a long while as his hands roamed her body. She let out squeaks and moans here and there as he grazed over her most sensetive of spots. She felt his mouth leave hers and take up residence at the nape of her neck. He was slowly moving down her body, kissing and licking and nibbling her and there. He kissed each breast in turn and nibbled at her nipples before moving further down. When his head was between her legs and she felt the hot breath on her wet sex she couldn't help but gasp.

he parted her lips with his tongue and lapped at her with great pleasure. She tasted just as she smelled and he revelled in the intense emotions. She wiggled under him and bucked her hips up toward him. He felt an overwhelming sense of gratification and pride when she lurched upward and screamed out in ecstacy.

His erection was too big to ignore now and hermione seemed to have no intention of ignoring it. After her orgasm she lay still for a moment as he rested his head on her stomach, kissing it lightly. Finally she made to sit up and he moved to accomodate. She reached her hands under his dressing gown and pulled it over his head. Beneath he was wearing black cotton boxers that looked extremely dark next to his pale skin. She reached her fingers under the elastic and slipped them down with ease. His cock was as hard as it would get already but the minute she looked at it she felt to urge to kiss it. She let her tongue roll over the tip which was already moist with pre-come. Severus grabbed her shoulders for support and moaned loudly as her mouth descended onto him. He knew this wasn't going to last very long at all, in fact, he was feeling the pressure rise in his groin already. "I'm, I'm," he tried to warn her but it was too late. He couldn't hold himself back, all the blood rushed to his head as his climax took him. She didn't try to move away and when he looked down she was smiling back up at him.

They layed close to each other, her head nuzzled against his chest and his arms wrapping her in a loving embrace. Things were truly never going to be the same and they both knew it as they closed their eyes and fell asleep.

~*FIN*~