Merry Christmas

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters (but it sure would be nice). All situations are mine and nothing else. No money is being made off this…$$$

One shot…

*~Merry Christmas~*

Hermione Granger sat alone in her flat thoroughly bored and miserable with her very lonely Christmas Eve. She stared into the blazing fire in front of her, mind wandering considerably. She let her mind wander to a place she usually never let it. To his face, his rare smile, his beautiful dark eyes. She rested her weary head on her shoulder. Her feet dangled lightly over the side of the over stuffed chair. Her appearance looked like that of a child waiting for Santa to arrive with an arm full of gifts. Though her face was not that of a happy child, more likely of a heart broken widow. The dark circles under her eyes reflected her insomnia. And she had no reminisce of a smile on her face. Her beautiful amber eyes seemed to loose there luster, glazing over, Absorbed by the images flowing through her minds eye.

Crookshanks purred softly, rubbing himself against her free hand. With that touch she broke out of her revere. She looked around surprised at her own carelessness.

“Why do I do this to myself...,” She muttered to herself quietly shifting a bit.

Crook shanks took up the empty spot on her lap and she petted him absentmindedly as she drifted into a dream filled slumber. The romance novel she was indulging herself in slipped to the floor with a soft thud. She was asleep even before it reached the floor. Dreams of Severus dancing through her lucid mind.

It had been months since she saw him last, months since the there last kiss, months since his hands softly grazed her tanned skin. He had left her with little hope of his ever returning again. Voldemort was in full strength and was viciously angry about his information or lack thereof. He knew this and never hiding anything from Hermione before told her sobbing figure. She begged him not to leave, begged him not to return to the vilest being in the wizarding world. But she knew deep inside her heart that this was his role in the twisted game. She knew that he was the most valuable asset to the order. She saw him as bravery personified. She saw him as no other ever had. She fell in love with him in her sixth year. Watching him at order head quarters, risking his life everyday for the sake of good. There relationship bloomed after she graduated one lonely night at the Black house.

Now she was just shy of nineteen and it seemed that her world had ended. “Merry Christmas”, she huffed all through December, “What’s so goddamn merry about it?” Ginny and Tonks were the only ones she ever told about her secret relationship with the dark potion master. Everyone else thought it was her age, the loss of her parents, and the lack of a boyfriend.

Now she dreamed peacefully alone in her flat, she would have never expected what lay minutes ahead of her.


Severus’ hair clung to shoulders it was untidy from all the weeks cooped up in Voldemorts hideout. He had been right, Voldemort had severely punished him. Locked him away from the outside world, locked him away from the sun, from life. He suffered the torturing curse a lot during his stay at Voldemorts location. Sometimes once or twice a day, sometimes once or twice a week. Voldemort took his rage out on him whenever he felt the urge. Whenever his anger reached its peak. Though he gave Severus the chance to prove himself.” You stay until I tell you you can leave or you leave and I hunt you down…”

He suffered at the hands of Voldemort constantly for 9 consecutive weeks. Sometimes so close to death that he could taste it, the memory of the beautiful siren the only thing keeping him alive as he shook from the after affects of his torture. His muscles ached even now as he strided through the freezing rain toward his beautiful women’s flat. He promised that he would return to her before anyone else, even the order. The girl probably gave up all hope already at the thought of him ever returning to her. This made him walk faster through the streets of Hogsmeade.

Finally the exhausted man reached her door, soaked to the very bone in freezing rain. He raised his hand and tried the door. Locked. With a whispered spell he pushed it open and was received by a rush of warm air and the soft glow of a fire. He stepped inside, his heart pounding against his chest. The blood seemed to smash against his ear drums. Adrenaline pumping, he closed the door with a soft click and let out the breath he didn’t even know he was holding. He saw her from the back of the chair. Her long sand colored curls cascading to the hardwood floor, her delicate feet dangling off the opposite side. He closed his eyes for a few seconds getting up his courage. He nearly tip toed to her side. Leaning down he gently placed his lips against hers…

She stirred softly, no quite registering the odd feeling. It felt so comforting, the softness. The feeling of a kiss…

Her eyes snapped open, she pulled away fiercely falling. She stared up wildly into his eyes. No sooner did she hit the floor was she flying back into his arms sobbing uncontrollably. He grabbed her hauling her into his arms ungracefully.

“Severus…,”She whispered tears still silently sliding down her face into his already soaked form. He responded by squarely kissing her on the mouth. They stayed like that for quite sometime. Kissing and enjoying the feel of each other. Hermione’s pajama’s were soaked through but she didn’t care one bit .She had Severus back and was rabidly reacquainting herself with his mouth.” He’s back!” her mind was screaming.

“Where have you been, I thought you dead. My heart….” Her voice broke suddenly.

“You needn’t worry, I’ll explain everything later. I promise…” He swept her into his arms and slowly made his way to her bedroom. Within seconds she was laying on her bed watching him undress. Her heart fluttered, the butterfly’s in her stomach seemed to be battering themselves against her ribcage. He lifted his shirt over his head, exposing his taunt chest. He threw his shirt haphazardly into the corner with the rest of his soaked garments.

“Hermione, as much as I would like to sleep I need a shower.” He grinned at her eagerness. She nodded her head and quickly headed into the bathroom. She turned the spray on full blast. Lost in her thoughts, her happiness making her grin like the Cheshire cat. She adjusted to the water and tried to turn around. His strong arms were wrapped around her middle. She groaned inwardly and dropped her head to the side. His breath was hot on her ear. She shivered at the feeling, his wet hair grazing her exposed shoulder.

“Will you join me?” he asked his voice as soft as crushed velvet against her worn nerves. In response she wriggled out of him arms and lifted her sweater, throwing it wherever. He pressed his lips against hers in an almost insane kiss, growling in frustration at her muggle jeans. She took up the task and quickly her jeans fell to the floor. Now the only evidence of life was the trail of clothing leading to the shower, and the quiet moans of there frustrated selves. She stepped backward into the shower letting the water cascade down her back. He devastated himself of the rest of his clothing and quickly stepped in beside her. Her back faced him as he again wrapped his arms around her middle. He ground his painfully throbbing erection into her soft bottom which elicited the most sensual purr from her chest.

“I missed you…” he bit the her collarbone, the sensation making her go weak in the knees. He held her up as he assaulted her soft throat. He freed a hand, playing over her soft chest until he cupped one of her full breasts. Weighing it appreciatively in his palm .He roughly massaged the skin until she was a withering mass in his arms. His other hand continued its exploration stopping to play with her other breast, teasing her nipple while the other mimicked.

“Please, Severus…touch me.” She tried to wriggle out of his grasp but her attempts were fruitless. He held her firmly.

“Now, now lioness…where would you like me to touch you?” he purred, ignoring her shameless pleas.

“Here?” he asked running his palm over her sensitive nipple, she moaned and shook her head, no.

“Here?” He asked his palms running over her stomach, one long articulate finger circling her bellybutton.

“No...,” She replied meekly. “Your fingers, I want them inside…”

“Like this?” He asked, his fingers finally finding her perfect wet mound. He spread her open and slid a finger inside her hot tight cavern. Thrusting softly against her. She ground herself against his palm trying to create more of the delicious friction. His thumb came to rest on her clit, slowing teasing her until she was posed over the edge. The tight coiling in her stomach seem to grow so unbearable until he thrust another long finger inside of her and roughly ground his palm against her sensitive nub. She howled and rode his hand as he feathered her down from the explosive climax. The electric stars she was seeing slipped away to just a slow fizz, she turned to face him, kissing him squarely. They seemed to of kissed for hours, they panted against each other.

He sunk to his knees, pulling her down softly on top of him. She felt the hot pulse against her thigh. Sliding her hand down, she grasped him inside her tiny hand working up and down, tearing an appreciative moan from deep inside his chest. She spread the pearly drop of moisture over the engorged head of his erection, he stopped her hand then. A grimace of pleasure washing over his face as he held back his release.

“Not yet lioness.” He growled pushing her onto her back, her chest rising and falling with her excited breathing; her cheeks were flushed from what seemed like exertion. The hot water continued to cascade over them, tiny droplets of water running between her full breasts. Her curls stuck to her chest and stomach. His eyes swept over her body hungrily. In an instant he was on top of her poised at her dripping entrance. She threw her legs around his hips. With a muffled cry, he was seated to the hilt inside of her hot body. The warm water seeming to heighten the sense of wholeness that washed over them. All coherent thought seemed to ebb away as he started to slowly slide in and out of her hot sleeve. She tightened her muscles around him until he let out a choked moan against her soaked hair. He bit the inside of her throat and started to ride her into oblivion. The coppery taste of blood spread threw his sense. He let go of her neck having successfully marked her like the territory animal he was inside.

He lifted her legs and started thrusting inside of her like a man possessed. She started mumbling incoherent words as his thick shaft rammed her. He seemed to hit bottom with every thrust and rock of his hips. The molten cream dripped out of her with every new thrust, he was growling words beyond understanding. They were both too far gone, far to deprived to care anymore.

“More!” She screamed and he rammed into her with all the force he could muster and his name was ripped from her beautiful lips. Over and over again her muscles spas med and locked around until he could barely continue. He dropped down, burying his face in her hair, he growled her name and emptied himself inside the beautiful siren.

They laid there silently for along time letting the water wash away all the evidence of there coupling. He weakly lifted his head and planted a sated kiss on her lips. She smiled, giggling softly against his lips.

“I missed you Severus…” She whispered and those were the last spoken words of the night.