The Seaside Retreat

Chapter Nine… And so it begins…

Morning dawned bright and predictably beautiful over the ocean. Even in their separate rooms, Hermione and Severus found themselves waking at the same moment with nearly identical grimaces as their bodies demanded restitution for the nights drinking. Groggy and with a sour taste in her mouth, Hermione stumbled to her bathroom and greedily gulped water down. She was instantly reminded of a shirt she had seen before which read “How can I be so thirsty when I drank so much last night?” This morning she related to it, but failed to see the humor in it. I guess its time to beg for a hangover potion she sighed then made her way to Severus’ door.

Severus found himself in a similar position as Hermione though he only had to stumble as far as the medicine cabinet to suck down a hangover cure. The tension almost instantly abated from his body and he was getting ready to take a shower when the knock sounded on his door. Smirking slightly he palmed his other hangover potion and made his way to her. He was however unprepared when he swung the painted door inward and saw her.

She looked utterly horrible, but still delectable. It rather offended Severus that the chit could show up at his bedroom wearing rumpled pajamas with little owls on them and a shirt that asked “whoooooo loves you?”, her hair in disarray, and a bit of his own semen dried on the corner of her mouth and still elicit such a response in his body. All he wanted to do after the dream of Albus was turn her away and try his hardest to make the former headmaster proud of him for once. Shaking the thoughts from his head he handed her the vial and said “swallow that, get cleaned up, and meet me in the kitchen for breakfast. We have to talk”.

Half an hour later a drastically more improved (in appearance as well as persona) Hermione following the scent of breakfast to the small kitchen. She looked at Severus in casual trousers and a loose linen top and felt butterflies in her stomach. This was the dreaded conversation about how they mustn’t ever act on these feelings again and it will all fade in time. She knew it was coming but still dreaded it. Hell she knew they would have this conversation at least once when she decided to seduce him, and she had even prepared for it, making arguments in her head that sounded firm and convincing. She pulled out a chair and sat looking up at him waiting to hear his weak excuses.

“Miss Granger” he began, then shook his head and started again. “Hermione, I know last night seemed wonderful, and it was, but we can’t behave like this. I am physically attracted to you but it doesn’t excuse my lapse in judgment. I shouldn’t have taken advantage of you, I should have…”

“Severus STOP” she interrupted and he did, though he looked as though he was gearing to start up again. “No, Severus I mean it, I don’t want to hear about how you took advantage of me. In case you didn’t realize it, I spent the whole night working out ways to take advantage of you. For Merlin’s sake it’s not even as though we fucked, though I certainly wouldn’t have minded that at all. It was wonderful and hot and I want to do it again, right now in fact”

“Hermione, we can’t. I am your teacher, maybe if this was a year later and you were finished with school. I’m not going to be able to live with myself if I see the disappointment of us in the faces of Minerva and your parents. I won’t lose my job for some instant gratification, it’s not worth it.”

“You mean I’m not worth it don’t you?”

“No Hermione I don’t. You’re beautiful and intelligent and I respect you enough to be having this conversation with you. But this is wrong.”

“Severus please, hear me out just for once. This is the summer, the summer after the war, after you fought and won your freedom. I am not talking about love or our whole lives. In fact, it’s ridiculous to be having that sort of conversation right now. It was one night of fooling around. I just want to have fun this summer with each other. Here in this town and this cottage we aren’t teacher and student, we are simply a man and a women. End of story. Think about that please. I am talking a walk on the beach.”

And with that statement, Hermione pushed away from the table and marched onto the porch, but not before helping herself to one of his cigarettes.

Someone looking into the shabby cottage from the outside would have seen a very melancholy sight indeed. For after Hermione stomped out into the mockingly beautiful day while Severus stared after her, he shook his head and placed it into his hands with jerky movements that gave away his agitation. After assuming this position for a few moments the dark potions master pushed out of his chair and paced the room quickly.

It couldn’t really be that easy could it? He debated with himself. She makes it sound so simple. A man and a woman... BAH... that’s not all we are. We will always be teacher and student, even when she’s 40. But maybe just for this summer he could take what he deserved. He did deserve it didn’t he? If he really thought about it, no he didn’t’ deserve it. He was not a very nice man. Plain and simple. But, he conceded, Hermione is a wonderful person and she wants it. After all she should get what she desires, and if it’s me well then I suppose I will just have to suffer for the cause. Yes, that logic worked very nicely indeed. And it was then that a small smile graced his lips. He would wait until she returned then inform her of his decision. Just for the summer though.

A couple of hours later found Hermione creeping back inside with a brown bag in her hand. She had walked the town fuming for the better part of the morning and scared several small children with the intensity of her scowls before she calmed down enough to see his side of it. She refused to give up on him, she just wanted to have some fun after all, but she would respect him enough to build up to the subject again slowly and give him time to process what she said. She found herself at the local deli and decided to bring lunch to them today. That was how Hermione came to be back at the cottage with a lunch sack in her hands.

She had planned on surprising him with the food and apologizing for getting upset. It however, was her that was surprised when, as she entered the kitchen an arm snaked around her waist turning her and soft lips smashed against her own. Hermione gave into the sensation and kissed back hungrily, barely registering when he pulled back from her whispering “all right witch, you win. The last of the summer will be ours, and then we part ways and continue on like normal. I will be a bastard and you will annoy the daylights out of me. For now though, let us continue the task at hand.”

Hermione looked up at him, her eyes dark and dilated with arousal and only managed a grunt as her lips collided with every available surface of his face. Their mouths found each other again and tongues danced a sensuous rumba against each other. Both were groaning and let their hands wander, exploring new territory. Hers feeling the sinewy muscles that rippled so unassumingly beneath his dark clothes, and his rolling over her hips and stomach up to her breasts. Hermione’s breath hitched at the feel of his talented fingers roaming up her tank top. The wonderful appendages rolled her nipple between them then fluttered softly to her other breast giving it the treatment as well.

Severus was more turned on then he had ever been before, but was content to slowly drive her mad with need. That was the plan at least until he felt impatient hands tug on the zipper to his trousers and slip inside. He was hot and hard and ready for her and thrust against her hand, all patience forgotten. He kissed her earlobe and neck running his tongue over her until he could stand no more and pushed her hands away so he could begin to strip himself.

The thing about this beautiful Gryffindor is that it is always said that she is the brightest with of her age. She did not earn this title in vain as she cottoned on quickly and shimmied out of her tank and jeans. Finally, blissfully naked Severus pushed Hermione back until she reached the counter top and listened to her small squeal when he lifted her up and placed her on the cold counter top.

It was with no small amount of pleasure then that he dove between her legs with his mouth and feasted like a starved man suddenly presented with ambrosia. His licks and nibbles were driving Hermione mad. It was all too good, and how in the world did he manage to get his tongue so hard then soft in all the right places? It was not long after he began that he had her dissolved into a puddle and screaming his name mixed with other expletives. One of which Severus recognized as “for all that is right in the world Severus fuck me now. I feel as though I’ll die without your cock inside me”. Hearing this statement from her perfect little mouth sent a shiver straight to his balls and he wasted no time in pushing inside of her.

It was slow at first, for she was so tight it was nearly painful, but she was also one of the wettest witches he had ever been with so her natural lubrication eased the way. He sheathed himself fully inside of her and began to thrust harder and faster as she called out her demands unashamedly. Severus lifted her from the counter still inside of her and lowered them to the kitchen floor with her riding him. The tiled floor should have felt so nice against his fevered skin but he spared no notice on this sensation, focusing entirely on the minx riding him. It wasn’t long before he felt her tightening around his shaft and he met her thrusts erratically pouring his seed into her while she screamed his name.

Exhausted and panting, Hermione rolled off of Severus and snuggled into him on the kitchen floor, not caring one iota where they were. “That was amazing for my first time Severus”

Severus gaped at her and made an odd choking noise while he tried valiantly to understand what she just told him. “Oh relax, I was just kidding. I should have known that even post coital I shouldn’t joke with you” she chuckled.

“Hermione! You sacred me half to death, all I could think about was how I must have hurt you terribly slamming into you like that.”

She grinned and a little twinkle shone in her eye as she responded to him. “I am fine and I was not a virgin, and if you ever want to lay a finger on me again, you will most certainly promise to slam into me like that again very soon.”

A/N: Sinbad: thanks so much for the advice in your review. I know I can’t please everyone, but I am stuck between just wanting to have fun with the story or trying to make it one of these amazingly beautiful stories I read on this sight. I think I will take your advice however and do what I want. I fear if I begin to try to hard I will lose interest in the story and abandon it. I have too many ideas to want to do that though. Thanks so much to everyone who reviews, good and bad alike. Good is better though, lol.