A New Beginning (DH -COMPLIANT)

Chapter 69 ~ Clarity

The wizard bent, sliding his boxers down over his long legs and stepping out of them, leaving them on the floor, then straightened, his dark eyes resting on Hermione, watching her reaction.

Hermione’s mouth dropped open.

”Oh dear Circe,” she breathed as she stared at his huge cock. As stated before, his loins were hairless, in fact, there was no hair on any part of his body, not even under his arms. His organ was enormous, pale, thick and uncircumcised, the foreskin seeming to be pulled back as the shaft stretched toward her as if a divining rod. The head was bulbous, a bit darker than the rest of him, and the tip was leaking. He had to be at least ten inches long . . . at least that. Hermione had never seen a tool that big or that looked that strong. His girth was daunting as well.

A bit of the color drained out of her face as she looked at his attribute.

Severus began to stroke it gently as if to show it wouldn’t bite. Hermione watched him, mesmerized as the soft skin shifted as he moved his hand back and forth.

”I think,” the wizard said in a low voice, “That the size of my cock was nature’s way of compensating for my looks. Unfortunately, it’s not what the fairer sex first sees when I’m coming.”

Hermione swallowed, then said in a weak voice, “It’s . . . huge, Severus.”

He nodded, his eyes resting on her.

”I’m well endowed, yes,” he purred at her, “But, you’ll feel that for yourself in a moment.”

He began to walk toward the bed, moving like a cat, Hermione aware of just how strongly he was built as he began to climb in.

”Wait. I want to ask you something first,” Hermione said, blinking at him rapidly as he and his monstrous tool approached her.

Severus stopped and straightened.

”Ask then,” he said, impatience clearly in his voice.

”Why are you . . . hairless? Do you shave?” she asked him curiously.

The dark wizard scowled.

”No. I’ve been like this since my sixth year at Hogwarts,” he said, his face contorting slightly. “I was on the Slytherin Quidditch team, and after every game I would shower, then apply powder to my body to stay cool. Sirius Black thought it would be funny to sneak into the locker room and replace my powder with permanent Hair Removing powder. The result of which you see now.”

Hermione stared at him. Sirius had done this? No wonder he hated him.

“Good thing you didn’t powder your hair or face,” she said to him.

”Yes. I gave him a large pair of breasts as punishment, but they weren’t permanent unfortunately. Although I did get a good laugh when everyone kept feeling him up,” the wizard responded. “I had to suffer through him calling me ‘Snivelus the Hairless’ until I graduated.”

”That’s terrible,” Hermione said sympathetically.

Snape suddenly looked a bit vulnerable.

”Does my being hairless bother you?” he asked the witch.

Hermione’s eyes swept over him. Actually, the lack of hair on his pale body made him look like a living statue. It was kind of sexy. But damn . . . that cock.

”No, it doesn’t,” she said, her voice once again tremulous.

Severus’ nodded soberly.

”Good. There will be no impediments when we are skin to skin,” he breathed, his eyes going hot and once again getting ready to climb into the bed. Hermione felt panic wash over her.

”Um . . . I have to go to the bathroom,” she said quickly, sitting up and sliding past him.

”Now?” Severus said, partially in the bed.

”Better now than during,” Hermione replied, fleeing for the bathroom and shutting the door behind her.

Severus sighed, turned and sat down on the edge of the bed, looking down at his erection.

“That woman’s timing is atrocious,” he breathed, then looked at the door, waiting.

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Hermione leaned against the bathroom door, her belly in knots. Gods, what was she doing? Just a few minutes ago she’d felt like she’d die if Severus didn’t take her. And now she was hiding out in his bathroom, pretending she had to pee. She looked around the small room. It was done in green and silver marble.

”How Slytherin can you get?” she commented, then decided she’d better use the loo.

She went, wiping herself but not flushing the toilet. She sat there, wrapping her arms around herself as she tried to imagine what he would be like when fucking her. He was a strong wizard. It wasn’t his size that scared her so much, but his strength. What if he lost control and started pummeling her with that battering ram he had swinging between his legs? It was more like nature had given him a weapon rather than “compensation.” The wizard could break her in half.

Ron had been a nice size. Average really. Even he could get a bit rough however when the sex was good to him. Hermione didn’t do rough well. Naturally, she was nervous. She sat on the loo in silence, unable to bring herself to flush and leave the bathroom.

After a couple of minutes, Severus rose, walked up to the door and knocked.

”Hermione? Are you all right?” he called through the door, the witch started.

”Yes,” she said in a small voice, then added, “I had a big supper at the Burrow. I’ll be out.”

Severus stared at the door. There was a note in her voice that caught his attention. She wasn’t telling him the truth.

”All right,” he said, returning to the bed, his eyes once again resting on the door.

He believed Hermione was frightened. He had no doubt the witch wanted him. That much he was sure of, but it was down to the wire now. Intimacy was assured. Her body would become his and this was the last hesitation, the last wall that had to come down. She had to trust him. He looked down at his slightly deflating erection. Yes, his size was daunting, but he would never hurt Hermione. He had never brutalized any witch he’d engaged. It wasn’t his nature. He only sought pleasure and didn’t get it in such a manner. He’d seen enough suffering and cruelty inflicted on women while in service to the Dark Lord. Severus Snape was a fighter, but a lover too.

Finally, he stood up and knocked on the door again.

”Hermione, come out,” he said softly.

Hermione didn’t answer him, but knew she was busted. Even trolls didn’t take this long to shit.

“Hermione, open the door,” Severus said again, his voice becoming a bit harsh.

She rose off the loo and walked over to the vanity, leaning back against it and holding herself with her arms.

“Hermione, there’s nothing to be worried about,” the wizard said through the door, “I would never do anything to hurt you. All I want is to be close to you, to give you pleasure, to make you . . . make you see how I feel about you . . . my affection for you, my desire for you . . .”

Snape hesitated.

”I want to make you love me,” he breathed.

Hermione’s eyes filled at his declaration. Gods, he was so honest that it hurt.

”Please. Please open the door,” Severus said to the witch, “Don’t reject me. Not now. Not when we’re so close to finding each other, Hermione. Not when I’m so close to finding . . .”

His voice faltered.

Hermione stared at the door. Reject him? She didn’t want to reject him. She just . . . just . . . she didn’t know what was happening. But she did know one thing . . . she didn’t want to hurt him. Slowly, Hermione walked to the door and pulled it open, looking up at the wizard standing on the other side.

”I’m sorry, Severus,” she said softly.

“Cold feet,” he replied, gently pulling her against him, her soft warm body causing an immediate reaction, his semi-flaccid cock once again filling with blood and pulsing against her body. Hermione let out a little gasp as she felt it throb against her.

”I promise I won’t hurt you,” he said in a low whisper, “I need you to trust me, Hermione. Trust will be the foundation of everything between us. Trust me now, witch. I have nothing but affection for you and I’m teetering on the brink of something more, something deeper, something more substantial. Take me over the brink, Hermione. Give me the opportunity to fall over, to tumble, to become lost in the amazing, complicated, infuriating woman that you are . . . give me the opportunity to fall completely in love with you.”

Hermione had never been spoken to with such great emotion, with such a desperate honesty. Did he want her so much? What would it be like to be loved by Severus Snape? Dear gods, how had she ever thought him cold and untouchable? He was willing to be touched, in fact, he longed for it. His desire to be loved was both sad and beautiful. How could she ever turn him away?

”Oh, Severus,” Hermione breathed, reaching up and pulling him down into the most tender kiss she could muster. She felt his need, and it wasn’t animal. He wanted connection. He wanted to be wanted.

And he was.

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A/N: All right. I know it's a short chapter, but I had to go to this place first. Now, we are clearly standing in the orchards. All that’s needed now is to squeeeeeeze those lemons. I really feel I need to draw the tension out because there were so many chapters without intimacy, and there are levels of it beyond physical. Though we all know what the final outcome will be between the couple, it is the moments like this that can cement everything in place for those seeking love in the long run. The hesitance, the fear, the opening up of honest emotion, and above all communication. We have all that now. The story can move forward. Thanks for reading.