Better This Way

Weakness

Severus grabbed Hermione’s shoulders and held her at arm’s length.


“Hermione, what the bloody hell are you doing?”


“I don’t know,” she said softly, tears beginning to form.


Hermione noticed the second place setting and her face turned red.


“Oh, gods, she’s here with you isn’t she?”


“No. suffice it to say, we aren’t together anymore,” Severus said quietly.


Hermione’s face seemed to light up for a moment, but then went a little dark.


“I- I really shouldn’t be here,” she said, turning to go.


She felt a hand on her arm.


“How did you know I would be here?” he asked her, searching her eyes for an answer.


“I didn’t. I was trying to go to Flourish and Blotts and bury myself in a stack of books for a while. Then I saw you and---and---” her voice trailed off.


Suddenly Severus brushed a stray curl from her face, and then tipped her chin up and placed a soft kiss on her lips.


Hermione felt her resolve buckle under his sweet kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck again and kissed him back with a hunger, an incessant need.


“Wait here,” Severus breathed and slid around to the other side of the booth and went to get a room key.


He returned moments later and offered her his hand. She took it and allowed him to help her to her feet. He led her up the creaky stairs and down the hall to a room with a view of Diagon Alley.


He helped her take off her coat and she looked toward the door with a note of fear in her amber eyes.


“I-I really shouldn’t be here,” she repeated, wringing her hands.


Severus kissed her again, and she wrapped her arms around him, deepening the kiss. He pressed his lean body against her, feeling her warm curves and her hot, pulsing core. He began to tug at her jumper, and she helped him pull it over her head, revealing her pert breasts encased in a white lace bra. He ran his hands over her breasts, gently squeezing. She wrapped her leg around him, pressing herself to him, feeling his erection against the stiff fabric of her jeans.


He let her go for a moment while he unbuttoned his robes and let them fall to the floor, revealing his standard black silk boxers. He wrapped his arms around her again, kissing her with a ferocity that slaughtered her guard. She ran her hands up and down his back as he unbuttoned her jeans and let them fall softly to the floor.


He grasped the soft flesh of her backside and pulled her to him, pressing the velvety tip of his cock to the soft satin fabric of her knickers. She shuddered, and he led her to the bed.


He slid his boxers down and stepped out of them and climbed onto the bed with her. He began to kiss her neck softly, moving his way down until he reached the front clasp on her bra. He gently opened it, letting them fall to the sides. He cupped one in his hand and began to kiss it, paying special attention to her soft pink nipple, rolling it between his teeth softly. She trembled beneath him, squirming.


He let go of her breast and began to make a trail of tender kisses down her abdomen, swirling his tongue into her belly button before continuing downward. He stopped when he reached the waistband of her knickers, and, grasping them, he looked up at her.


There was a need in her eyes that burned through his entire body, making his erection bob pleadingly. He peeled away the satin fabric and dropped it on the floor beside the bed. He began to kiss her labia, gently swirling his tongue over her clit. She moaned softly, bringing her hand to his dark locks, running her fingers through his hair, begging him to go on.


He continued to lathe her hot core, enjoying the sounds of her soft moans. It was a beautiful sound that he had not heard in far too long. He kissed her clit once more and began to kiss his way back up to her inviting lips. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he thrust into her, filling her.


They both cried out in pleasure. Severus had almost forgotten what it was like to be sheathed in her this way. He withdrew slightly and thrust again, causing her hips to buck at him, begging him to take her once again.


“Oh, gods, Severus, please don’t stop,” she cried softly, digging her fingernails into his back.


He thrust into her again, this time with more urgency.


“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, biting her lip.


He began to thrust his pelvis back and forth with more urgency, filling her over and over again. He kissed her neck, tasting the saltiness of her perspiration. She gripped him harder and moved in time with him, matching him thrust for thrust.


He could feel her muscles begin to clench, throwing himself over the edge, spilling his seed deep into her, as they climaxed together. He lay there for a moment, searching her eyes. He collapsed onto her, breathing heavily, their slick bodies sticking together.


Suddenly her grip loosened, and he heard her sobbing softly.


He looked into her eyes, concern evident in the murky black orbs.


“I can’t,” she said softly. “I can’t do this, I shouldn’t be here, Severus. This was a big mistake.”


Tears were spilling down her rosy cheeks. She sat up and wiped her tears with the back of her hand.


“I can’t do this again,” she said. “I can’t hurt like this again. Viktor doesn’t deserve this.”


She picked up her clothes, and began to dress hurriedly.


“I shouldn’t have come here. I’m going to marry Viktor,” she said, and left the room.


Severus felt a single tear roll down his cheek. Why was that old codger Albus right about everything? Why had he been such a fool? He dressed, and left the inn. There was nothing to do but go back to Hogwarts for the rest of the holiday. After all, he was the one who had let her go. She had every right to marry Krum. He only wished he could have just told her that he loved her. He had never stopped loving her.