A Birthday Surprise

A Birthday Surprise

Severus Snape was sitting in the Burrow not really wanting to be here. The past few months had been rather a roller coaster for him. He had murdered Dumbledore. He had been on the run, and then to top it all off he had to get a letter from the last person he wanted to hear from. His mind wondered back to that meeting that changed his life forever.

Miss Granger had written to him asking to meet him, and he answered the letter saying in no uncertain terminology telling her to leave him alone and to go away. She pursued him, and eventually he accepted. They met; but the cunning little minx had brought along a pensive and that Potter brat that seemed to hang on to her like a limpit.

They were in some forest glade somewhere and Miss Granger stepped up to the pensive:

“Right, all I’ve heard is Harry’s side of the story, and it’s giving me a headache,” she said in a bossy voice. “Now, I want to hear you’re side of the story. There’s two sides and more than one person there that night!”

He was surprised at that. Either he hadn’t noticed her mature outlook before or she had grown up in the past few months.

He sighed. He decided to oblige her; at least she was prepared to listen in a more mature fashion than was her sulking sidekick.

“Of course,” he said in a charming voice dripping with honey as he roved his eyes up and down her curvaceous body with a lascivious grin plastered on his face. “I’d do anything to oblige a lady.”

Hermione raised an eyebrow as he raised his wand to his temple. A sliver of silver light came out of his temple and joined itself on the tip of his wand and it glowed a bluish ghostly light. He placed the tip of his wand into the pensive and the memory formed a blue globule. He noticed Hermione looking into the pensive. He raised an eyebrow. She went slightly pale and nodded. She looked into the pensive and selected the memory and the pensive pulled her in.

He waited for her looking at the boy with little more interest than he would look at a Barbie doll. He turned around to see if he could sit anywhere. He found there wasn’t. He shrugged his shoulders. He kicked at a few stones. Harry looked at the grease haired man before him with barely concealed hatred. He shook his head.

She had stepped out of the pensive and she turned to look at Snape with wide eyes, and tears began to form underneath her lower lids. She couldn’t speak. She turned away and walked off in the distance hugging herself.

“See, Hermione, I told you so!” Harry said eventually walking up to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders. She shrugged his arm away from her and stepped forward a little more. “Hermione?” Harry asked.

She spun on her heel and her eyes flashed fury. “You know nothing Harry!” she exclaimed harshly. “I looked at his face and heard his words, Harry. Did you?”

“He was angry because I called him a coward, which he is!”

“He is no coward, Harry. I saw it all. It took great courage and selflessness to do what he did. Would you really want Draco to become a murderer or being killed in the process of becoming a murderer? No!” Hermione said in full voice. She turned to him, her expression changed and she walked up to him slowly. His eyes widened with each passing step. “You are not a coward, at least I don’t believe it.”

“What is your impression of that, Miss Granger?” he asked her.

She smiled and looked down on the forest floor. She looked up and Snape noticed that in that brief moment she had become a woman. A woman worthy of his undivided attention at that.

“If it was me, well, I’d brag about what I just done if I was proud of it. If it was me, I’d be shouting the rooftops down that I had managed to outsmart Albus Dumbledore. But you weren’t boasting or bragging at all. You looked hurt, in pain, and – and – it looked like you hated yourself for what you had just done. You didn’t look happy, self-congratulatory or proud at all. You looked – to be perfectly honest – like you had just killed your best friend.”

He sighed and uncrossed his arms. He could relax in front of her now. “I had just killed my best friend.”
Harry snorted.

“How would you like it if you had to kill me?” Hermione asked.

“I wouldn’t, I’d rather die myself than murder you!”

“DUMBLEDORE DIDN’T GIVE ME THAT OPTION BOY!” Snape yelled. Hermione winced and rubbed her ears. “Sorry, did that go through your head?” he asked her noticing her action.

“A bit,” she said blinking back her surprise at the fact that he had apologised to her.

He sighed after hitching his trousers up. He couldn’t believe that he’d still be alive for this long. He thought that with Hermione vouching for him he’d be dead, but it seemed she had some semblance of control over her peers. It did do to become a know-it-all in some cases. He had gotten close to her over the past months and today she had promised him something special.

Today was his birthday, his 39TH birthday. He groaned when he thought about that. One more year and he’d be into his fifth decade. He smirked a little at Lucius reaction when he woke up to find out he was forty... He felt forty at the age of ten.

Mrs Weasley was almost as smug about the whole thing as Hermione was. Others had insisted on seeing more; like Harry. He wanted to see exactly what the argument between him and Dumbledore was about. Hermione didn’t want to see it, as he had already told her.

The Burrow was empty and Snape began to feel uncomfortable. All of a sudden he heard a knock on the door and something slipped through the crack in the door. He frowned and walked up to the door. He picked up the letter and read it with an undisguised smirk plastered over his face.

“Happy Birthday, open the door and find your present.”

He opened the door and she was standing out side in a knee length black robe corseted in such a way as to show off her cleavage wonderfully. She was wearing fishnet tights and knee high black leather lace up boots.

“I didn’t know what else to get you,” she said, spreading her hands out. He smiled as he licked his lips.

“I am a demanding man, Hermione,” he said. “I also don’t share very easily. You do this and I’ll be the only man you’ll ever touch.”

“I understand sir,” she said meekly. He roved his eyes up and down her body and noticed she was shivering.

“Come in, you’ll catch a cold standing out there like that,” he said.

She smiled as she stepped into the house. He looked around. “I think the place is devoid of Weasleys.”

Hermione giggled. She walked up to him and gingerly placed her hands on his shoulders. He wrapped his arms around her waist and spread his hands down to her bum and pushed her closer to him.

“Severus,” she whispered. “I am so pleased you are on our side. I have always believed in you.”

“Then think of this as your reward,” he murmured in her ear.

She shivered when she heard his dark voice in her ear. He brushed his lips along the lining of her ear and sucked on the lobe. Hermione sighed and leant further in his embrace. He tightened his grip on her butt just before crushing his lips with hers. She moaned as she opened her mouth wider and he slipped his tongue inside her mouth.

“Severus,” she sighed against his lips. His hands travelled up her back causing her to step closer to him. His tongue was becoming adventuresome around the inside of her mouth. He smiled against her lips as his tongue circled inside her sweet little mouth. He was almost tempted to let his tongue slide down into her throat but pulled apart realising she may not be ready for that yet.

She was breathless and her eyes were shining. “Wow!”

He smirked. “Indeed,” he purred. “You to. Shall I unwrap you here or in a bedroom somewhere?”

She giggled. “Actually, I’ve always had this fantasy of you putting me in detention and you taking me in your dungeons.”
He raised an eyebrow and shook his head at that. “You and most other girls in the past ten years.”

She giggled. He placed a golden coil behind her ear, and smiled. “Really, and how many have you granted the wish to?”

“Not one of them, and by the time it’s your birthday it’ll be too late.”

“Oh I don’t know,” she said. She sighed. She grabbed his hand and started walking. “Follow me anyway.”

He raised an eyebrow again and smiled as she led him up the stairs; her hair bouncing up and down with each step. He could only imagine what her breasts would be doing in the vigorous act of making love.

He shook his head as he looked down at her well-rounded bottom; he liked a woman to look like a woman and not like a stick insect. She turned a corner without turning to look at him; he followed like a loyal little dog. If he was honest with himself he liked being led by her. It certainly suited her bossy attitude. His smile grew wider when he remembered that it was her bossy attitude that had given him another chance.

She opened the door and led him inside a bedroom. “This used to be Ginny’s but that was before she decided to move into Grimmauld Place with Harry. Ron followed, of course. Now it’s my room.”

She let go off his hand and turned around. She was nervous suddenly.

“Don’t worry, Hermione, I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do.”

She nodded. “Good. Severus, this is only my second time.”

He scowled. Who had her before him? He wanted to ask but realised it wasn’t his business. He walked up to her and smiled as he tilted her chin up to let her look in his eyes.

“You are so beautiful I am surprised that I am your second one; indeed I am surprised that you want me at all.”

She giggled. Her breasts wiggled along with it. Severus licked his lips again when he noticed her juicy melons shaking underneath her corset; they wobbled delightfully. He bent his head down as he pulled her head back gently so that he could lick the delicious flesh. He ran the tip of his nose along her silken skin before running the tip of his tongue where the tip of his nose had been. She snaked her hands on the back of his head and held him tightly to her bosom.

He eventually stopped. He looked up and she looked down; the heat was there. She definitely wanted him. He straightened himself up and smiled as he contemplated his next move. He ran the tips of his fingers up and down her curves a few times before slowly unlacing the corset. When he had come to the end he stretched the ribbons and lowered the sleeves. He tugged at the sleeves and the corset part of the dress flopped over. Her breasts were revealed. She was wearing nothing under the dress! He circulated around her body with a hunters strut.

“Well, well, dearest; it seems that the goody-goody does have a bad side,” he purred in her ear as he ran the tips of his fingers up and down her naked arms. She shivered underneath his touch. He gently pushed the dress down and it was revealed that she was actually wearing fishnet stockings with no panties. “And how shall I proceed, Hermione?”

“Carry me to the bed and take my boots off, Severus. I want you to make love to me with all your robes on, though.”

“Why, does the thought of my naked body repel you?” he growled. He was almost tempted to bite her neck for that comment.

“No, it’s just that... your robes turns me on, Severus. I love the thought of you dressed up and covering your body from head to toe in the severest black. Besides,” she said with an impish grin. “It’s not my birthday, is it?”

“It isn’t, is it? Why don’t you think of me as a belated Christmas gift?”

“No,” she said. “I want you with your robes on. I want to see you’re face sweat; I want to feel your heat and I don’t want you to have any way to relieve it. I want you to know what it’s been like for me for the past six years every time you looked at me.”
Severus grinned. “I did say I’d do anything for you, didn’t I?”

She nodded. He looked at her body; half her back was being covered by her heavy mass of brunette hair. She was truly medieval in her beauty. He walked around her and placed a hand on the back of her head and picked her up by the back of her knees.

He carried her to the bed his robes trailing behind him. Hermione felt like Mina Harker. She was laid on the bed and he stared down at her naked body ready for his taking. Her breasts were hardening with his stare. He walked around the bed so that he could unlace her boots. He was almost going to start unlacing her boots when he noticed a metal zip and twinkled. He tugged at the handle of the zip and slowly unzipped her boots down the inside of her lower leg. He parted the flaps when the zip was at the bottom of the boot and he sniffed her leg. He was almost growling with the effort to control himself.

He turned his attention to the next boot and unzipped that one as slowly as he did the other. She was lying flat on her back only hearing the sound of the zip tearing slowly down the side of her leg. She shuddered when she felt his warm big capable hands stroke her calf and shin. He looked at her and when he laid that boot next to its partner he crawled up her body making sure that when he got there he’d be holding his gaze into her eyes. He felt her breathing get shallower and she was beginning to pant in stops and starts.

He smirked as he felt that. He would soon satisfy her needs. Once he reached her face he stroked it and she opened her eyes and her lips parted slightly. He wanted her to bite or suck his finger. He ran his middle finger along her lip and she sucked it in her mouth.

He tasted wonderful, she thought, tangy and salty but oh, yes! she loved that hint of man in her mouth.

She moaned and he swept aside her hair. He lowered his body onto hers before capturing her mouth once more. She was almost going to undo him at this rate. As his tongue was rolling and playing with her tongue she ran her hands down his back; oh she loved the feel of all that heavy black cotton on her naked skin. When she reached the band of his trousers she snaked her hands around to his flies and ran her hand up and down the zip before she yanked them apart. The tearing sound caused her vagina to become wet. She gasped inside his mouth. He stopped kissing her and looked into her eyes. His had widened in absolute surprise; he didn’t know she had it in her. He snaked an arm under her head to pick her up. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he thrust inside her eagerly not preparing her properly for his size or width.

She screamed and sweat began to form on her face. He grinned.

“You are a naughty little bitch, aren’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, yes I am, but don’t you like me being a dirty little bitch?”

“Oh, I absolutely adore this side of you, Hermione,” he murmured hungrily.

He descended his mouth on her erect nipple and sucked on it causing her to hiss. She thrust onto him and he growled as she was responding to him so well.

He pounded harder into her at her command. He sucked at her neck at her say so. He stroked her sides without her speaking about it; he kissed her breasts on his own initiative. But she wanted more. So much more!

“MORE!” she demanded hungrily.

Severus lost his control at the one word. He thrust and pounded into her.

“HARDER, SEVERUS. FASTER!”

He recklessly plundered into her body at her command; taking away the last shreds of his sanity, and he suspected hers, as he rutted her like an animal. He smiled a little at that thought. She responded in kind and her hips grinded against his pelvis making him groan louder with each stroke.

“Is this hard enough for you?”

“No! Please. Faster! I need you! Severus. I need you!”

He slammed into her causing her to scream; he stroked aside some hair that had began to get plastered on her face by the sweat. She nodded reading the question in his eyes.

“I DON’T THINK I CAN HOLD OUT MUCH LONGER!” he screamed.

“Oh, please, once more, please?”

He scrunched the sheets into his hands as he arched his back and slammed into her one last time as hard as he could. He emptied his seed into her and she screamed his name as he groaned hers.

“Oh, gods, Hermione, this is the best birthday ever.”

“Oh, no, Severus. Clean yourself up, we have another surprise for you.”

“We?” Severus asked with an unsure gleam in his eyes.

“Yes, Severus, we!”

She pushed him off her and she sat on top of him. “Oh my, you are the sexiest woman in the world.”

She smirked. “Allow me to get dressed and then I’ll lead you somewhere else.”

~*~*~

Harry and Ron were sitting in the dining hall in Grimmauld Place. Harry had done a lot of soul searching and realised that if he could find it in his heart to let Pettigrew live then he could find it in his heart to give Snape another chance; he had gone back inside that memory several times and realised one thing – they were more alike than he would have liked.

“I wonder what Hermione meant by distraction,” Ron asked. “Why we’re doing this for him anyway is anybody’s guess.”

Harry sighed. He had seen the way Hermione was dressed before she left and he knew exactly what she meant by distraction and he didn’t like it. He said nothing to his friend however instead he answered the other question.

“We’re doing this so that he doesn’t have a reason to go back to the Dark Side. Besides, don’t take it out on me take it out on McGonnagall and Dumbledore, it was their idea.”

Ron shook his head. He was almost falling asleep when Hermione appeared out of the fireplace still dressed the way she was. Although, he noticed, her hair looked messier than ever.

“Is everything ready?” she asked. The boys nodded. “Come on Severus.”

He stepped out of the fireplace and glared at the two boys.

“What is?”

“SURPRISE!” people yelled jumping out from behind chairs as the dining room lit up and decorations were glittering with a silver and green banner hanging up on the wall with his name, age and HAPPY BIRTHDAY!

“Hello, my dear Severus!” a voice said. Snape turned around and looked at a portrait of Dumbledore hanging up there.

“Let me guess, you had something to do with this old coot?” Snape said in a tone of affectionate sarcasm.

“I think it’s high time you started celebrating, did Miss Granger give you her gift?”

“She did, and I’d have to say it was the best present I’ve ever had.”

Hermione laughed. “Just make sure you return the favour on my birthday.”

Harry looked at them and sighed. Nothing he was going to say would change her mind; he’d just have to have a long talk with Ron about the birds and the bees to get him to understand this latest development.

Severus turned around and there was a row of questioning; if a bit fearful faces confronting him.

“Thanks, this would never have happened with that side. This sort of thing has never happened to me at all. So, thank you everyone.”

They all sighed with relief as one. He shook his head as he looked at the brunette before him; she knew that was all he needed. To be welcomed, accepted, and loved. She had made sure of all those things.

Severus Snape might be entering the fifth decade of his life with a happier state of mind than any of his friends ever have done; mind you... none of his friends would have a wife that was as young and vibrant as Hermione Jane Granger.

She stayed by his side all through out the evening as people handed him various gifts; things he had always wanted but never had. So, the artful chit had been listening... Listening to him and taking note like she had always been doing for the past six years of her life and he had ignored her, but she hadn’t ignored him.

He walked over to the young woman and whispered something in her ear. She turned around with her mouth slightly open and when it registered she flung her arms around his neck and nodded.

“Everyone,” he shouted. The noise of chatter stopped immediately. “Hermione Granger has just accepted my hand in marriage.”

Harry narrowed his eyes at Ron. Ron looked down on the table and Harry was half expecting Ron to punch Snape on the nose; in fact everyone’s attention was on the ex-boyfriend. Ron stood up and looked at Snape.

“If you hurt her, Snape, I’ll bash you round the head with a cauldron!”

The room laughed. Indeed, this was the best birthday ever.

A/N - What do you think? A bit warm and fuzzy but I needed to cheer up as the weather is driving me crazy! Anyway, what did you gals think?