A New Beginning (DH -COMPLIANT)

Chapter 80 ~ A Long Awaited Confession

Severus lay beside Hermione, turned toward her and caressing her belly gently through the green silk of her nightie. He studied her profile as she arched slightly under his touch, her eyes closed and lips slightly parted.

”You are a beautiful witch,” he said to her, and Hermione turned her face toward him, smiling softly.

”There are a lot of witches that look better than I do, Severus. Prettier, shapelier . . .” she began.

”Not to me, Hermione,” he breathed, “To me, you are the most beautiful witch on earth.”

Hermione snorted.

”I think that blowjob went to your head. The rounder one, that is,” she grinned.

Severus’ lip quirked slightly.

“About that . . . I never felt anything more exquisite,” he said to the witch, his dark eyes resting on her mouth in remembrance.

Again Hermione softly snorted.

”Severus, I’m sure you’ve engaged in it before. You did have women coming here,” she said to him.

”Yes. Yes I did, Hermione, but that was . . . was different. Intercourse was rather clinical. A bit of fellatio and then sex from behind. There was no kissing, embracing . . . the act itself was a physical one and only that. I have never brought a woman to my bed before you,” he replied. “Ever.”

Hermione sat up on her elbows, looking at him in amazement.

”Surely when you were younger and not in hiding . . .” she began.

He shook his head.

”In my younger years when I was favored by Voldemort, I did indulge myself with female Death Eaters on occasion, usually those who wanted to couple with me because of my status. It was much the same as the prostitutes. A physical act. You are the first woman who ever wanted me for me . . . and showed me,” he said softly.

”Why Severus Snape, you are an emotional virgin,” the witch said to him tenderly.

Now it was Severus’ turn to snort.

”I assure you, there is nothing virginal about me,” he said with a little irritation. “But I think what was so special about tonight is that it was the first time a woman who lov . . .”

The wizard stopped mid-sentence, blinking, then continued, “Cared anything for me performed such an act of her own free will. I could feel your desire, your passion and even your pleasure. It was . . . amazing.”

Hermione stared at him for a moment, then said, “You had it right the first time.”

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Severus frowned slightly.

”What?” he asked her, not understanding.

”I said you had it right the first time,” Hermione said softly, “That it was the first time a woman who loved you performed such an act. I love you, Severus.”

Severus stared at Hermione, then slowly sat up in the bed, his dark eyes intense.

”You love me? Are you sure, Hermione?” he breathed at her.

”Yes, Severus. As sure as I am that Charms is as difficult and challenging an art as Potions,” she said to him with a soft smile.

Severus stared at Hermione for another moment, then suddenly pulled her into his embrace, holding her as if he would never, ever let her go.

”I love you as well, witch. I was afraid to tell you, afraid you didn’t return my love,” he breathed, “Afraid that when all was said and done, I still fell short of your expectations.”

”No, Severus. You definitely ‘Exceed Expectations,’” she whispered back to him.

”You marvelous woman,” the wizard crooned, taking Hermione down to the sheets, kissing her hungrily. “You maddening, marvelous woman.”

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Hermione was vaguely aware of the sounds of tearing as the Potions master ripped her nightie and her knickers off of her, too impatient to bare her body to take his time, scrambling to remove his pajama bottoms, his lips pressed against hers almost desperately as he kicked his legs in an effort to free them without breaking contact with the witch.

For the couple, what happened next was a haze of passion as they both fought to express what was inside, clawing to get out, Severus covering Hermione’s body with kisses one moment, then suddenly finding himself on his back, subject to the witch’s own passionate hungers, her mouth moving over him hungrily, laving him, loving him, taking him to a place he had never been before. A place imbued with love. Never had he arched beneath a witch’s hands and lips, never had he gasped those words he longed to hear and never were they purred back at him.

”I love you Severus Snape.”

Well, he had the words and he had the witch. His witch. Hermione Weasley, who opened up her heart and let him in, welcomed his presence with everything she had. He reveled in her gentle cries as he drank at her core, the witch’s hands locked in his hair, gloried at the sighs of her pleasure washing over him as he suckled her tenderly, covering her full breasts with kisses. And her lips were more intoxicating than any wine as their limbs entwined, their bodies both fighting for dominance, rolling over and over, throwing the top sheet off the bed because it was restricting their contact, the feel of skin on skin, flesh on flesh. They tormented each other as they fought to hold back, to enjoy each other’s foreplay, to merge before the true merging.

”I love you, Hermione,” Severus hissed, rolling over on top of the witch again, her body undulating under him, anxious, hot and ready for the true consummation, the first act of true love between them.

”Show me,” she gasped up at him, her hair damp and curling against her temple, her body slick and glowing with perspiration from their wrestling. “Show me how much you love me, Severus.”

The wizard felt his heart would burst it was so tight in his chest, the witch’s words driving him to a frenzy, his longing to prove he loved her overpowering him. All he could think of was getting inside her, melding with her, taking her body and immersing all that he was in her warmth, in her love. He shook as he positioned himself and let out a cry of pleasure and more than pleasure as he slid inside the woman he loved, hearing her voice in counterpoint to his own, feeling her arms encircling him, welcoming him as she accepted him.

The wizard began to move, his body flowing like the tide, washing over Hermione, and through Hermione, claiming her as he gave his own soul over to the rush of emotions cascading out of him.

“There will be no other witch for me,” he gasped at Hermione as he drove into her body passionately, the delicious caress of her inner flesh pure heaven as she moaned beneath him, her eyes glazed as she looked up at the wizard, his face contorting as he stared down at her.

“No other woman. I’m lost to you . . . completely and utterly lost,” he breathed, falling to her mouth again, jerking her body hungrily as he delved inside her.

Hermione arched up into his stroke. He wasn’t gentle, but her desire for him wasn’t gentle either . . . she was on fire, every part of her body and only the thrust, slide and ache of the wizard did anything to cool her, soothe her, even as he lifted her higher, catching her leg and pulling it upward and rising to his knees, poling into the witch and hitting bottom again and again, sweat flying from his body on to hers.

“So fucking beautiful,” he growled down at her, “And mine.”

Severus leaned forward, catching her leg under his body and angling his stroke, shifting his hips, reaching every part of the witch as she clutched at him, her nails digging into his sides. He didn’t mind the pain. It was sweet. It all was too sweet for words.

She loved him.

Suddenly Hermione pushed at his waist.

”Stop,” the witch gasped, her eyes wet as she gasped from his attentions and her own emotion.

Severus halted, his black eyes looking down on her hungrily.

”Witch topside,” she breathed, pushing him off her then scrambling on top of the surprised wizard, straddling his belly, her hot core resting against his abdomen for a moment before she shifted downward.

“Hermione,” he gasped as she grasped his swollen organ, positioned it, then slid over him with an exaggerated sigh of pleasure, then leaned forward and gripped his shoulders for leverage, leaning in and kissing him, bending his cock inside her so he gasped into her mouth in reaction before she sat back up and began to ride him, lifting her body until he almost slipped out then sliding his entire length back inside her.

“You wicked witch,” he groaned as she wound her hips in small circles, winding him inside her as she fucked him, not losing the rhythm of the stroke. Severus reached upward and caressed her bouncing breasts, grimacing as she took him for the ride of his life. She wasn’t gentle either, impaling herself on his cock like she’d gone mad.

He could learn to like this kind of insanity. Hell, he already liked it. Who knew the witch was so wanton? Then she stopped and the wizard gripped her waist in protest.

”No,” he breathed, “Keep going.”

”I will . . . now let go,” she hissed back at him, her eyes wild, her hair a tangled mane around her head. She looked like a maenad, one of the blood-thirsty wild women who serve Bacchus, the god of wine. Well, if she wanted his blood, Hermione could have every drop of it. He’d die a happy wizard with her wrapped around him.

He hissed as Hermione carefully turned, corkscrewing him inside her, never disconnecting, her round ass facing him. There were two delicious looking dimples at the small of her back, but he couldn’t reach them. He felt her grasp his ankles.

”Oh dear gods,” he hissed as she began to ride him again, this time his penetration clear, adding to the eroticism of the act as his thickness appeared and disappeared between her rippling cheeks and she wound her hips. Severus caught hold of her waist, helping her, guiding her, groaning and cursing as Hermione went for hers. Whatever she had thought about his size, it certainly appeared she’d gotten over it. Her hunger was amazing.

But it just wasn’t hunger . . . it was more.

”Do you like it, Severus?” Hermione gasped, “Does it feel good?”

Shit. She was talking to him.

”Yes!” he groaned as she whirled her hips again, her ass rotating, her tightness gripping and pulling at him. “Exquisite!”

Suddenly, he wanted to see her face to face. He sat up, Hermione in his lap now, not missing a stroke, her buttocks sliding against his belly. He clutched her breasts, hanging on, nearly letting out a cry himself as the witch bounced on him, her legs folded under. He began kissing her back, letting his hands slip over her undulating body.

”Oh that feels so good, Severus,” Hermione cried and the wizard pulled her back, stilling her, latching on to her throat and suckling it as he continued caressing her.

”I want you on your knees,” he breathed into her ear, his hands all over her slick body, his cock pulsing inside her.

He pushed Hermione forward a bit more roughly than he intended, his organ slipping out of her, the air feeling cold and the wizard experiencing a terrible sense of aloneness for a moment, until Hermione turned, her eyes full of heat as she looked at him.

”I feel as if I could devour you,” she breathed, easing toward him. She looked a bit like her namesake, the lioness, her eyes slitted.

“Beautiful,” he breathed, dragging her in and kissing her hungrily, tangling their tongues. Hermione broke away from his kiss, almost looking as if she were possessed. Severus suspected this wasn’t all potion. It couldn’t be. It wasn’t a lust potion, just a sensation enhancer.

”Fuck me,” the witch demanded.

Oh, such language. Severus bit his lip as he looked at the witch. It was disturbing, but so arousing, so . . . animalistic.

“Now!” Hermione snarled at him.

Never had a witch asked him such a thing, and in such a way. Actually, Hermione wasn’t asking, she was ordering. She was past the point of no return and her body was clutching in on itself, wanting release.

”Fuck me, Severus!” she said again, pulling at the wizard.

It was as if he’d awakened from a dream and he darted forward, wrestling the witch around roughly and pushing her head down into the mattress with one hand and guiding himself with the other. He watched as his thick shaft penetrated her, hissing as she closed around him, wet and inviting, the scent of her sex like a drug.

”I’ll fuck you,” he breathed, and for the first time in his life, Severus let loose, plowing into Hermione with abandon, the witch crying out as he bent over her, wrapping one long arm around her waist and plunging deep inside her.

“Oh gods! Gods!” the witch cried out.

Severus eased up, catching himself. He didn’t really want to hurt her . . . it was just what she said, how she said it.

”I’m sorry,” he breathed, catching a slow, easy stroke, willing his hungry body to calm down.

”I’m not,” Hermione breathed over her shoulder at him, “I’m almost there, Severus. Please. Please take me there . . . anyway you can.”

And Severus did. Slowly, reverently but thoroughly, using his body to ease Hermione to orgasm with slow, deep strokes as he told her he loved her over and over again, the witch shuddering under him, under the soft kisses pressed to her shoulders and back as he took her to the brink and over it, the witch gushing over him, bathing him, rewarding him.

Then Severus came, a sudden, shocking response to her crooned words of love as she pulsed around him, telling him she had never had a wizard like him. He knew this of course. There had only been Ron, but still, it was moving and he exploded, releasing with a gasp and clutching her waist as he groaned in time with each spurt, filling her, satisfaction washing over him before collapsing on her back, driving her flat to the bed with his weight.

The Potions master was exhausted. Utterly exhausted. But he rolled off Hermione and gathered her in his arms, kissing her temple tiredly, his own hair plastered to his head as she panted.

“Burn for burn, eh?” the witch said to him as soon as she was able, kissing his cheek.

The wizard gave her a tired smile.

”I fear that fire raged a bit out of control,” he said softly. “Good thing I had my hose to put it out.”

He lifted his flaccid organ and let it fall to his thigh heavily.

Hermione giggled, then leaned over and kissed his mouth tenderly.

”I love you, Severus Snape,” she said once more.

He looked up at her.

”Yes, I know,” he said quietly, his heart full. “I know, Hermione and I am grateful.”

He pulled her closer, yawned and drifted off to a peaceful, sated sleep, her head resting on his shoulder as if it always belonged there.

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A/N: I had to use that song one more time. It seems fitting for life changing situations in the Potions master’s life. Wow. Hermione is a little sex fiend. Lol. Good for Severus though. Thanks for reading.