Time as a Healer

A/N: As requested by one of my reviewers... here is a hanky warning... have your kleenex to hand...





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Crookshanks was purring loudly as he sat on the end of the bed. Hermione sat up and ran her hands through her hair. Sam wasn’t in bed and she grinned a little. The smell of bacon was drifting up the stairs, which meant only one thing. Sam had a hangover.



‘How bad is it?’ Hermione asked the ginger fur ball.



Crookshanks held her gaze and almost grinned at her.



‘Oh dear…’ she smiled widely. ‘Let’s go and see, shall we?’



Hermione leapt from the bed and pulled her bathrobe on. She padded down the stairs and walked to the kitchen. In the doorway, she stopped to watch him.



His hair was flopping over his face in black curtains. His bare chest rippled with sinewy muscles, his scars shining a little from the sunlight coming in from the window. He was wearing dark blue satin pyjama bottoms that tied at the waist and Hermione couldn’t take her eyes away from his crotch. She could see the outline of his flaccid cock. Even in its relaxed state, he was impressive and the satin fabric stretched over him as he moved around the kitchen. A vivid image of her sliding her hand down his trousers to grasp his length made her wet and she closed her eyes, her breath hitching in her throat.



Sam looked up at her and smirked. He had seen her staring at him and his cock was starting to go hard. It would have to wait. His head was pounding and he needed food before he took her. He pondered the kitchen table a little and smiled. They hadn’t done that in a while.



‘Come and eat…’ He laughed as she licked her lips, still staring at his crotch. ‘The breakfast, I mean!’



Hermione pouted a little. ‘Spoil sport…’ She walked over to where he was putting two plates on the table.



Sam caught her around the waist and kissed her firmly, sliding his tongue into her soft mouth and sighing she melted into his arms.



‘If I wasn’t so hung over, I would fuck you right here, over this table…’ he smiled.



They had spent most of Saturday in bed, phoned out for pizza and then Sam had proceeded to consume most of a bottle of red wine, no noticing that Hermione was hardly drinking and had made half a glass last the whole night. Hence the hangover.



They sat and ate quickly, their proximity to each other creating electricity in the air. Every now and then their hands would brush against each other, their feet were playing footsie under the table and their eyes met over the table with deep passionate glances.



Hermione finished her food first. She was staving all the time and knew it was because she was eating for two.



‘Sam, please hurry up…I’m so wet I could come just looking at you…’ she breathed softly and he grinned at her.



‘Patience woman… you will have me for the rest of your life, I don’t know what the rush is…’ A smile twitched around his mouth and he didn’t notice a flash of pain in Hermione’s eyes.



‘I know…’ she whispered ‘But I need you now.’ She turned her large amber eyes to his.



Sam stared at her. She was weeping. He didn’t understand her this weekend, she was insatiable, emotional and all over the place, laughing with him one moment then staring into space the next. He put it down to their engagement. It had just made him feel all the more secure in their relationship and he couldn’t wait to make her his bride and get her fat with his children.



He put down his knife and fork, abandoning the rest of his breakfast. He took a slurp of his tea and looked at her. ‘Come on.’



He stood and held his hand out to her. She took it and he walked her up the stairs. As they reached the bedroom he lifted her effortlessly and laid her softly onto the bed.



He sat down beside her and unfastened her robe, pushing the soft fabric to one side and revealing her creamy flesh. He stared at her round breasts and her soft stomach, slightly swollen, then let his eyes linger on the triangle of hair between her thighs, juices glistening. He bent his head and kissed her stomach lightly and Hermione fought down the urge to sob. He had kissed their baby without knowing it. His lips trailed up to her breasts and he planted delicate kisses on her flesh and then her nipples, taking each in his mouth and rolling his tongue around the delicate points.



Hermione moaned and pushed her breasts forward, gasping as he covered her pubic mound softly with his hand and dipped a finger lightly into the pool of moisture between her labia, rubbing it over her nether lips and seeking out her clitoris with his fingertip delicately.



Sam covered her soft pliable mouth with his, kissing her gently at first. Hermione was gasping as he thrummed her clit and the sound of her desire had the front of his pyjamas tented by his huge erection.



Hermione pushed him away slightly and stared into his eyes. ‘I need you inside me….’ She whispered.



Sam stared back at her. Her eyes told him more than her mouth ever did and he could see she wanted him to take her and overwhelm her, so she could just give herself over to him. She looked so serious and so beautiful and Sam felt he had never loved her more than he did at that moment.

He stood and slowly unfastened the strings of his trousers, lifting them over his cock and letting them fall to the floor. Hermione gasped as she looked at him, his length thick and hard, and drops of pre cum glistening deliciously.



He stared down at her and she smiled at him slowly, then spread her legs as wide as she could, her pussy opening up to him like a lotus flower. Sam growled in the back of his throat. She looked incredible. And she was all his.



He rolled onto her and kissed her sensuously, his tongue caressing hers and exploring her mouth tenderly.



‘I love you so much…’ he murmured into her mouth as he entered her.



They both gasped and then smiled, it was a truly exquisite feeling. Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist and he began to arch his back slowly, withdrawing his length before curling back round to thrust inside her. After a few slow strokes he increased his momentum, Hermione’s breasts crushed against his chest as he held her tightly to him and kissed her throat and sucked at her soft neck, licking gently at the sensitive spot above her collarbone.



Hermione’s eyes were rolling back in her head and she was starting to moan incoherently as he coaxed her orgasm sweetly from her. He was thrusting firmly but tenderly, not rushing but allowing their release to build. Over and over he allowed her lips to engulf him, his cock glistening from her warm juices, the head hitting her cervix and massaging her G Spot softly.



Hermione felt her orgasm start at the back of her vagina, a warm, tingling feeling, so delicious it was painful. She needed to come, and she needed to come now.



‘Oh dear god…’ she moaned.



Sam picked up her signals as her pussy started to tighten in waves against him. With a grunt, he started to force himself deeper inside her, lifting his head from her and staring down at her face. Her skin was flushed red, her eyes were closed and she was panting and gasping and he took her harder.



‘Fuck, I’m coming…’ he groaned.



Hermione cried out softly as his cock went hard inside her. She came over and over, her legs trembling as he stiffened fully and shouted her name, shooting his seed and hitting her cervix and making her keen with pleasure.



Sam collapsed on top of her, his legs trembling. His face was a little wet and Hermione pulled back to look at him. His eyes were full of tears.



‘I will always love you. Don’t forget that. It’s important…’ she said softly.



He smiled at her. ‘Silly girl…’ he whispered ‘I’m not going anywhere…you can remind me every day.’



Hermione closed her eyes and shuddered a sob from her throat and they held onto each other. Sam rolled over and they snuggled up together. Slowly, they drifted off to sleep.



‘I love you, Severus…’ Hermione whispered as she looked into his face.



Sam opened an eye. ‘Who is Severus?’ he whispered sleepily.



‘You are…’ she sighed.



He was already asleep.



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They made love twice more later in the day, after rising late and eating in front of the TV. She wanted to get every last drop from him before the morning and had told him over and over again how much she needed him and loved him.



The following morning Hermione was up before dawn. She was pale and drawn and stayed in the bedroom, looking down at him as he slept and stroking her swelling belly softly. She hadn’t expected him to fall in love with her but when it happened, she was already too much in love with him to resist. She didn’t regret a moment of it.



She steeled herself. She was a member of the Order of the Phoenix, she had known what she was undertaking. He had risked his life so many times, put his personal feelings aside to bring Voldermort crashing to his knees. Now Hermione had to be strong and brave like him and hope to all the Gods that he would come back to her.



The alarm clock beside the bed went off and Hermione walked out of the room and down the stairs before he opened his eyes and she lost her resolve. She made him tea and toast and smiled as he walked towards her, his arms wide for a hug.



‘Where were you? I missed you when I woke up…’ he nuzzled her neck gently and kissed her.



Hermione hugged him tightly and squeezed her eyes tight shut to hold her tears at bay.



‘I just wanted to make you breakfast. You used a lot of energy this weekend…’ she teased him, still avoiding his eyes.



Sam ate quickly and gulped down his tea. He ran up the stairs to the bathroom and was back down again in moments, fastening his tie under his collar as he walked towards the front door.



Hermione stood in the door of the kitchen and watched him.



‘Do I get a goodbye kiss…?’ She asked him softly.



Sam turned and beamed at her. Her stomach flew into a tight knot, a lump formed in her throat and her lips started to tremble.



‘Of course you get a kiss. You’re my fiancée….’ He stopped and looked at her.



‘That sounds so good…’ he smiled at her warmly and stepped up to her, kissing her lips gently.



‘I love you. See you later…’ he murmured. Their eyes met and Hermione tried to force a smile.



‘Bye Sam…’ she whispered and walked towards the door with him.



Sam opened the door and set off down the path. In the half-light he didn’t notice Harry Potter and Arthur Weasley step out behind him, their wands aloft and pointed at his back. Hermione closed her eyes and held her breath.



‘Stupefy!’ Harry and Arthur said together. Two surges of energy shot from the ends of their wands and Sam stopped walking suddenly. Harry and Arthur ran forwards and caught him as he fell.



A low, desperate moan came from the direction of the house and Ginny stepped from the shadows, catching her friend as she collapsed in the doorway.



For a brief moment, time stood still as Harry looked over his shoulder and caught his wife’s eye. They were full of tears as she held a shaking Hermione.



Harry looked away quickly, stiffened his hold on Severus’s arm and with a nod to Arthur, all three of them apparated with a loud crack.





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