A Gift

Albus looks up as the door to his office slams shut. He had been expecting this but he had not thought it would be so soon. Closing up the book he had been reading, he steeples his fingers on the desk and watches the irate man before him. “What can I do for you, Severus?”
Dark hair falls into his face as he glares back at the Headmaster. “I cannot do this potion.” He tosses a scrap of parchment down on to the desk before him.
Albus refrains from looking at the parchment. He knows which potion the Potions Master is referring to. “And why not?”
With a deep sigh, Severus settles down into a chair. His eyes wander aimlessly around the room. “You know the ingredients to this potion as well as I do. There is no way I can properly obtain the last.”
The older man sighs heavily, pulling a lemon drop from a small saucer on the desk. “My dear boy, there is no reason for you not to be able to obtain it.”
He growls in frustration at the Headmaster. “You know as well as I that such things must be obtained personally to ensure its effectiveness.”
“And you believe, there will be objections to it?” Albus lifts a brow.
Severus seems to shrink a bit lower in his chair. “Absolutely.”
The Headmaster pushes the parchment back to him. “I will talk with the party involved and explain the situation. Start brewing the potion and I will let you know of the outcome.”
“Very well.” He surges to his feet, grabbing the parchment and never looking once at the Headmaster as he strides back out the door.

It had been years since she had been in this school, yet it had not changed in all the years she had been away. Her feet take her down the right stairs into the dungeons, memory c as as day when it comes to all the times before when she had walked these same stairs. When she finally comes to the potions classroom, she stops for a moment and listens to the sounds around her. She never remembered things being so quiet before and she slowly opens the door to the classroom. She looks around only to find everything as it had been years before.
She slowly walks through, her hands gently gliding along the tops of desks as she passes. When she stops outside the office door, she can feel the heat emanating from it. She closes her eyes only for a moment, steeling her nerves for what is about to come. She slowly opens the door, stepping inside enough to enter unseen. Her eyes only take a moment to adjust to the darkness and steam before she sees the dark figure before her.
He stands over the cauldron, stirring the contents as she had seen him do years ago. His dark hair is longer and less shiny, the years wearing on him in a way that can finally be seen. She knows he can hear her as she walks closer, her eyes never straying from his body.
He looks up from the cauldron, his eyes riveted on the woman before him. His stomach jumps at the sight of her, the memory of the words they had last spoken to each other loud in his ears. He waits for her rejection but it never comes. Instead she walks closer, her eyes never leaving his. The heat in his blood rises as she opens her cloak and drops it to the floor, revealing her naked body to him.
She steps closer, seeing the hunger in his eyes but his control over himself taking over as it always had done. She reaches out a hand, pressing it against his chest as she tilts her head to brush her lips against his. She feels a growl building deep inside of him, his lips opening barely enough to allow her entrance. She steps even closer, her breasts ping ing against him and her mouth devouring his lips hungrily. Her heart starts to pound in her chest as she feels his hands finally gently touch her back, pulling her even closer to him.
His body responds to her immediately, the hungry Death Eater in him wanting to take her. In the back of his mind, he knows what and how it must be done and that is the only thing stopping him from ravaging hith ith little care to her comfort. Instead, he eases her back til she stands against the desk, his lips trailing hot kissing down her neck.
She closes her eyes, her breathing getting faster as the feel of his lips sends warmth through her body. She gasps when his lips close over her breast, his hand gently pressing into her back to keep her from falling over. Her fingers run through the hair and the nap of his neck, pressing him even closer to her breast. She is surprised at the silkiness of his hair, unlike the thoughts she had had of it before. She moans softly, the wetness between her legs spreading rapidly.
He can smell her arousal now, the scent nearly driving him insane. He gently leans her back til she is lying on the desk, his lips trailing their way down her body. He slowly opens her up to him, a growling coming from him at the sight of her moistened folds. He lowers his head, gently kissing the inside of one leg as his other hand reaches out to grab his wand. He slowly places his other hand over her stomach, holding her gently still.
Her body feels on fire as he continues to tease her with his lips. His hot breath on her folds almost sends her straight into an orgasm. She feels the tip of something gently slide along her outer lips, teasing her. She moans and shifts her hips, feeling his hand pressing her back down onto the desk. The object teases farther in, a gasp escaping her lips as it runs over her clit.
He slides his wand along her body, coating it with her juices. He is amazed at the soft moaning coming from her, his touch gently arousing her more. He slides the tip of his wand over her clit, feeling her body tense in pleasure. He continues to tease her clit with his wand, flicking it over the soft nub til he feels her body start to tense again. He knows she is close, but backs off from her again.
She groans in frustration as he pushes her to the edge, only to back off again. She hears him whisper softly and then something start to slide deep inside her. She gasps as it opens her, invading her body. She hears him whisper again, “Relax.” She closes her eyes but as it goes even deeper into her, she cries out in pain.
He stops at her cry of pain, knowing he had finally broken through her maidenhood. He quickly whispers another spell, gathering the precious blood to his wand as he starts to slide it back out of her. He kisses her stomach softly as he pulls his wand free of her body; the blood coating it til the black is covered in red. He turns from her and stands, quickly covering the distance to the cauldron.
She lays there, her body aching from the taking as he stirs the last ingredient into the cauldron. She had been warned of the pain and what would happen just after but she feels a deep aching inside her. She feels a need not yet satisfied. She shifts of the desk but can no longer get comfortable.
He sees her move out of the corner of his eye, the restlessness catching his attention. The potion finally turns the final color and he feels his body relax. Turning back to her finally, he sees her shift again. With a soft word, thek tuk turns into a bed and walks back to it. He kneels down next to her, capturing his lips with hers again. “Thank you for this gift. I will never understand why you offered yourself for this.”
She gazes back into his deep black eyes. “You saved me once. If it hadn’t been for that, you wouldn’t need this to save you.” She sees his eyes narrow. “Yes, I know why you need the potion. I know it is the only thing that will heal you.”
His eyes close as her hand reaches up and caresses his face. He kisses her palm, a single tear sliding down his cheek. “Then allow me to give you a gift in return.” He opens his eyes and stares into hers, passion turning them even darker. “I gave you pain. Now let me show you pleasure.”
She gasps and closes her eyes as his hand slides between her legs and begins to tease her again. Wanting more than just part of him, she whispers a soft spell and feels the cloth disappear underneath her fingers. She opens her eyes and stares into his eyes again. “I want all of you.” She mus.
s.
“Merlin!” He growls as she reaches down and starts to stroke his shaft. “Are you sure?” He pants into her ear, trying to keep from taking her hand away and replacing it with her mouth.
“Yes.” She moans against his mouth, the feel of his fingers making the ache inside her worse. “Take me NOW!”
He pushes her hand away, sliding between her legs the instant the words left her mouth. Losing his last shred of control, he slams deep inside her. She cries out and tenses against him, the feel of him invading her body almost more than she can bear. He kisses her passionately as he thrusts shallowly at first, allowing her to get used to the feel of him. Her whimpers of pain quickly change to moans of pleasure and he starts to delve deeper and deeper with each thrust. Her hands slide down his back, feeling the taut muscles that she had never imagined beneath all the clothes he wears.
He kisses and nips down her neck, feeling her muscles tightening around his shaft. “Call my name.” He purrs in her ear, knowing he would never be able to last if she did. “I want to hear it.”
Her passion filled eyes open and stare deep into his as he raises up and thrusts harder into her. “Yes! Severus!” She feels herself going over the edge, her voice echoing from the walls. “Gods! Severus! YES!”
He growls deep in his throat, thrusting hard into her. The feel of her milking him and the sound of her voice is his final undoing. His lips brush her ear, one word whispered softly as he finally thrusts one last time. He lies like that for a moment, panting softly as he starts to calm down.
Her arms wrap around his body, not yet willing to feel him move away from her. She covers his shoulder with gentle kisses til she feels him finally relax against her. “What did you say?” She murmurs into his ear.
He rolls enough to lie down beside her, brushing the hair from her eyes. “When?”
Her lips twitch up. “Don’t play games with me.” She wraps an arm around his waist and pulls him against her. Her lips brush his teasingly as she whispers so to to him. “A moment ago. When I felt you cum inside me.”
His lips twitch up. “You didn’t hear me?
She growls and nips at his lower lip. “I want to know if I heard you right! Now what did you say?”
“Hermione.” He leans closer, whispering softly into her ear. “My Hermione.”
She purrs softly at the sound of her name falling from his lips.