I\'ll Forget You
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
10
Views:
6,252
Reviews:
36
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue: I'll Forget You
DISCLAIMER: I do not own anything that you recognize. It\'s from JK Rowling.
A/N: This fanfic plot bunny would just not die, so I had to start writing it. Since this is the fourth fanfic that I\'m working on at the moment, it may take a little while between updates at times. I will try to update as soon as I can. The main pairing is SS/HG, but there will be brief DM/GW and RW/HG. It also starts right out as NC-17.
This is the newly beta\'d version. Thank you, snapeaholic, for beta-ing it!
DISCLAIMER: The story was actually inspired by the song, \"I\'ll Forget You\" from the musical \"The Scarlet Pimpernel.\" I don\'t own the song either.
\"I\'ll Forget You\"
I’ll forget you.
The more you stay inside of me, the weaker I grow.
I’ll forget you.
Tomorrow I will turn and let you go.
I’ll grow colder.
I’ll lose myself in anything but you now.
For there is nothing I can do now…but forget.
I’ll forget you.
I won’t remember arms that pulled me in, soft and slow.
I’ll forget you.
There has to be a way to let you go!
No more shadows,
No more dreams of leaning in the dark above you.
I will forget how much I love you…any day.
But ev’ry time I close my eyes, you come to me again!
I swear I feel your touch…upon my skin…
You haunt me everywhere
Til I reach into the air
Trembling to think of all those night that
Might have been!
I’ll forget you!
I hear you whisper to me in the dark. Still I know
I’ll forget you!
God help me find a way to let you go!
I do not want you!
And still you steal each breath I’m breathing from me!
With just one touch…You overcome me…
And I let you…
I will forget you…
When I die…
I will forget you…
When I die…
Prologue: I’ll Forget You
Severus glanced up from his desk as he heard the familiar knock on his office door. “Enter,” he instructed as he gathered up the last parchments on his desk. The school year was officially over, and all of the six years and younger were leaving in the morning. The seventh years were allowed to leave whenever they wished after graduation, which had been this morning. He did not look up as he heard her enter and shut the door behind her. “You came to say goodbye?” He felt her presence behind him and stiffened slightly as she leaned against him from behind and nibbled his earlobe.
“Actually, I came to say hello first,” she purred.
He leaned back in his chair and grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap. Capturing her lips, he gave her a bruising kiss and softly moaned her name, “Hermione”, as he moved from her lips to her neck.
Hermione busied her hands with his coat buttons as she tilted her head back, giving him further access to her neck.
“It was a nice graduation.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“I knew you would be the top of your class.”
She smiled at him and pushed his coat off with his help.
He removed his lips from her skin and cupped her face in his hands as he briefly searched her cinnamon eyes. “Ready for your graduation gift?” She nodded. He gathered her in his arms and stood, carrying her back to his bedroom.
He placed her gently on the dark green, almost black, velvet comforter. He stood there, taking in the sight of her, memorizing her. He loved how that bushy chestnut hair fanned around her, framing her upper torso. Her eyes were filled with fire and passion. The adorable nose, her swollen lips. He felt his breathing quicken as he unbuttoned his own shirt and cast it to the floor. His gaze paused on the rise and fall of her breasts. His eyes devoured the flimsy dusky rose dress, and his eyes raked down her body to her creamy white sandals. He stepped out of his shoes and slowly climbed onto the foot of the bed. He took one of her feet and slowly slid off the sandal,
running his other hand over her leg. He tossed the sandal aside and did the same thing with the other one.
He glanced up at her, noticing that she was watching him. He smirked and slowly kissed up her legs. She squirmed, trying to get closer to him. “All in good time,” he chuckled as his hands pushed the dress to her waist. He kissed her inner thigh as his hand ran over the lacy white panties. Her musky scent filled his nostrils, and he resisted the urge to rip off her underwear.
“Severus,” she pleaded as his hands left her sex to pull the dress off of her.
“Patience, pet,” he said as he ran his hands over her breasts and tugged lightly on her hardened nipples. “Gods, you are beautiful.” He captured her lips as their tongues twisted and twirled around each other.
Her hands snaked down and began working his pants off.
He chuckled at her frustration as he moved away from her. He pulled his pants and boxers off, and his erection sprung up proudly. His fingers ran under the edge of her panties, and he pulled them down. He leaned his head toward her sex, and she spread her legs for him. He breathed in her scent again and lightly ran his tongue along her sex lips to her semi-erect clit. He began to lick, kiss, and suck around the area, occasionally flicking his tongue over her clit. She moaned and her hips bucked toward him. One hand came down, her fingers tangling into his hair as she pulled him closer. He growled and inserted his tongue into her. He lapped up her juices, loving the taste of her. His hands clutched her hips, lightly digging his nails into her flesh to keep her from moving too much.
“Severus,” she groaned, her hand yanking his hair harder as her orgasm washed over her.
He lapped up the rush of juices and then moved up her body - kissing, licking, and nipping. He captured her mouth, letting her taste herself on his lips. His hands ran down her arms until his fingers intertwined with hers. He broke the kiss and stared intensely into her eyes as he positioned himself and pushed until he was completely sheathed in those moist, velvet walls. They met in unison as he thrust in and out of her in an almost painfully slow rhythm. He stared into her eyes. The words he longed to say were on the tip of his tongue, but he did not dare to profess his love to her.
Their rhythm sped up, and as perspiration gleamed on their bodies as they both begged release. They were completely as one as they cried out the other’s name as their orgasms hit together.
He collapsed lightly on top of her and kissed her gently before rolling off and pulling her to him.
She placed her head on his chest as they both waited for their breathing to slow down and return to normal. She lifted her head to look at him. Lightly, she touched his cheek. “Thank you for the gift.” With a slight sigh, she pushed herself away from him and stood up. She cast a cleansing charm on herself and began to dress.
He moved and sat up, leaning against the headboard. “So, I guess this is the goodbye?”
“Yes.”
He nodded.
“Do you want me to stay?”
Perhaps. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t ant to do. You have a bright future ahead of you,Hermione.” He paused as he looked at her. “Do you want to stay?” Please say yes.
Yes. “I should go.”
“Yes, you should.”
She fastened her last sandal. “I’ll see myself out.”
He nodded.
“Goodbye,” she walked to the door.
“Goodbye, Hermione,” he said, his silky tone unchanged.
She paused at the door with her hand on the knob. Slowly, she stiffened and straightened up. Her eyes appeared colder as she turned to look back at him. “Severus?”
He sat up, finding himself hoping that she would stay. “Yes?”
She looked directly at him. “It’s been fun.” She turned and walked out, shutting the door behind her.
He just sat there, staring at the closed door. He did not know if a few minutes or hours had passed as he sat there, naked with the signs of their mating still on him and the comforter.
It’s. Been. Fun. What the bloody hell?! After all they had shared, she left him with an ‘it’s been fun.’
He stood up and went to his liquor cabinet. He took a glass down and poured himself some fire whiskey. He drank part of it and then flung the glass and the remains into the fireplace, finding some satisfaction as the flames flared briefly. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared unseeing into the fire. His gaze hardened. He spoke in a cold tone that could not be melted by the flames, “I’ll forget you.”
A/N: Please review. It only takes a moment and it makes me very happy. :)
A/N: This fanfic plot bunny would just not die, so I had to start writing it. Since this is the fourth fanfic that I\'m working on at the moment, it may take a little while between updates at times. I will try to update as soon as I can. The main pairing is SS/HG, but there will be brief DM/GW and RW/HG. It also starts right out as NC-17.
This is the newly beta\'d version. Thank you, snapeaholic, for beta-ing it!
DISCLAIMER: The story was actually inspired by the song, \"I\'ll Forget You\" from the musical \"The Scarlet Pimpernel.\" I don\'t own the song either.
\"I\'ll Forget You\"
I’ll forget you.
The more you stay inside of me, the weaker I grow.
I’ll forget you.
Tomorrow I will turn and let you go.
I’ll grow colder.
I’ll lose myself in anything but you now.
For there is nothing I can do now…but forget.
I’ll forget you.
I won’t remember arms that pulled me in, soft and slow.
I’ll forget you.
There has to be a way to let you go!
No more shadows,
No more dreams of leaning in the dark above you.
I will forget how much I love you…any day.
But ev’ry time I close my eyes, you come to me again!
I swear I feel your touch…upon my skin…
You haunt me everywhere
Til I reach into the air
Trembling to think of all those night that
Might have been!
I’ll forget you!
I hear you whisper to me in the dark. Still I know
I’ll forget you!
God help me find a way to let you go!
I do not want you!
And still you steal each breath I’m breathing from me!
With just one touch…You overcome me…
And I let you…
I will forget you…
When I die…
I will forget you…
When I die…
Prologue: I’ll Forget You
Severus glanced up from his desk as he heard the familiar knock on his office door. “Enter,” he instructed as he gathered up the last parchments on his desk. The school year was officially over, and all of the six years and younger were leaving in the morning. The seventh years were allowed to leave whenever they wished after graduation, which had been this morning. He did not look up as he heard her enter and shut the door behind her. “You came to say goodbye?” He felt her presence behind him and stiffened slightly as she leaned against him from behind and nibbled his earlobe.
“Actually, I came to say hello first,” she purred.
He leaned back in his chair and grabbed her, pulling her onto his lap. Capturing her lips, he gave her a bruising kiss and softly moaned her name, “Hermione”, as he moved from her lips to her neck.
Hermione busied her hands with his coat buttons as she tilted her head back, giving him further access to her neck.
“It was a nice graduation.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“I knew you would be the top of your class.”
She smiled at him and pushed his coat off with his help.
He removed his lips from her skin and cupped her face in his hands as he briefly searched her cinnamon eyes. “Ready for your graduation gift?” She nodded. He gathered her in his arms and stood, carrying her back to his bedroom.
He placed her gently on the dark green, almost black, velvet comforter. He stood there, taking in the sight of her, memorizing her. He loved how that bushy chestnut hair fanned around her, framing her upper torso. Her eyes were filled with fire and passion. The adorable nose, her swollen lips. He felt his breathing quicken as he unbuttoned his own shirt and cast it to the floor. His gaze paused on the rise and fall of her breasts. His eyes devoured the flimsy dusky rose dress, and his eyes raked down her body to her creamy white sandals. He stepped out of his shoes and slowly climbed onto the foot of the bed. He took one of her feet and slowly slid off the sandal,
running his other hand over her leg. He tossed the sandal aside and did the same thing with the other one.
He glanced up at her, noticing that she was watching him. He smirked and slowly kissed up her legs. She squirmed, trying to get closer to him. “All in good time,” he chuckled as his hands pushed the dress to her waist. He kissed her inner thigh as his hand ran over the lacy white panties. Her musky scent filled his nostrils, and he resisted the urge to rip off her underwear.
“Severus,” she pleaded as his hands left her sex to pull the dress off of her.
“Patience, pet,” he said as he ran his hands over her breasts and tugged lightly on her hardened nipples. “Gods, you are beautiful.” He captured her lips as their tongues twisted and twirled around each other.
Her hands snaked down and began working his pants off.
He chuckled at her frustration as he moved away from her. He pulled his pants and boxers off, and his erection sprung up proudly. His fingers ran under the edge of her panties, and he pulled them down. He leaned his head toward her sex, and she spread her legs for him. He breathed in her scent again and lightly ran his tongue along her sex lips to her semi-erect clit. He began to lick, kiss, and suck around the area, occasionally flicking his tongue over her clit. She moaned and her hips bucked toward him. One hand came down, her fingers tangling into his hair as she pulled him closer. He growled and inserted his tongue into her. He lapped up her juices, loving the taste of her. His hands clutched her hips, lightly digging his nails into her flesh to keep her from moving too much.
“Severus,” she groaned, her hand yanking his hair harder as her orgasm washed over her.
He lapped up the rush of juices and then moved up her body - kissing, licking, and nipping. He captured her mouth, letting her taste herself on his lips. His hands ran down her arms until his fingers intertwined with hers. He broke the kiss and stared intensely into her eyes as he positioned himself and pushed until he was completely sheathed in those moist, velvet walls. They met in unison as he thrust in and out of her in an almost painfully slow rhythm. He stared into her eyes. The words he longed to say were on the tip of his tongue, but he did not dare to profess his love to her.
Their rhythm sped up, and as perspiration gleamed on their bodies as they both begged release. They were completely as one as they cried out the other’s name as their orgasms hit together.
He collapsed lightly on top of her and kissed her gently before rolling off and pulling her to him.
She placed her head on his chest as they both waited for their breathing to slow down and return to normal. She lifted her head to look at him. Lightly, she touched his cheek. “Thank you for the gift.” With a slight sigh, she pushed herself away from him and stood up. She cast a cleansing charm on herself and began to dress.
He moved and sat up, leaning against the headboard. “So, I guess this is the goodbye?”
“Yes.”
He nodded.
“Do you want me to stay?”
Perhaps. “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t ant to do. You have a bright future ahead of you,Hermione.” He paused as he looked at her. “Do you want to stay?” Please say yes.
Yes. “I should go.”
“Yes, you should.”
She fastened her last sandal. “I’ll see myself out.”
He nodded.
“Goodbye,” she walked to the door.
“Goodbye, Hermione,” he said, his silky tone unchanged.
She paused at the door with her hand on the knob. Slowly, she stiffened and straightened up. Her eyes appeared colder as she turned to look back at him. “Severus?”
He sat up, finding himself hoping that she would stay. “Yes?”
She looked directly at him. “It’s been fun.” She turned and walked out, shutting the door behind her.
He just sat there, staring at the closed door. He did not know if a few minutes or hours had passed as he sat there, naked with the signs of their mating still on him and the comforter.
It’s. Been. Fun. What the bloody hell?! After all they had shared, she left him with an ‘it’s been fun.’
He stood up and went to his liquor cabinet. He took a glass down and poured himself some fire whiskey. He drank part of it and then flung the glass and the remains into the fireplace, finding some satisfaction as the flames flared briefly. He sat down on the edge of the bed and stared unseeing into the fire. His gaze hardened. He spoke in a cold tone that could not be melted by the flames, “I’ll forget you.”
A/N: Please review. It only takes a moment and it makes me very happy. :)