Into the Night

The plush pillows and downy mattress caught them as a soft net as they tumbled into its warms depths. Lips groped hungrily as hands grasped desperately, pulling clothing off of each other even as they tried not to break contact – skin to skin, lip to lip, tongue to tongue. Hot groans and whimpers, lovers whispers filled the air along with the heady smell of arousal and sex. He moaned throatily as a hand wrapped around his cock, the fingertips teasingly tracing the ridge on the underside from base to tip and back down again. She whined into his mouth as he returned the favor, calloused pads sliding through slickened folds and around that aching bud of pleasure.

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Snape was sure he was dead. He couldn’t move, couldn’t feel, couldn’t think. All he could see were the hurried legs of those around him fighting and the many colored curses flying through the air. He knew if he wasn’t already dead he would be before they found him. Before someone could do anything about the blood seeping out of his chest and the slowing lub dub that was his heart. He knew he didn’t deserve it but found himself, like all men do moments away from their death, allowing a small prayer for salvation to slip out of his determined mind. Time stretched on in endless increments, and he felt his hope flutter uselessly and die against his chest. Salvation would not come for Severus Snape.

And then suddenly there were two legs standing before his slowly dimming sight, firm and young and a face peering down at his. He felt his throat constrict as bushy brown hair brushed across his cheeks, and a warm tingling spread throughout his body. He tried to convince himself it was just the healing spell that she had cast, but deep down in a voice he ignored he knew it was more. Just as quickly it was gone and her voice rang out casting curse and counter curse and the fighting that had moments ago seemed so far off was directly right overhead. He closed his eyes, despair welling up again. They would never make it.
“Come on” came the breathy and impatient voice by his ear, “You need to get up. We need to get out of here” He grunted harshly, and sucked in his breath as she put her arms around his chest and urged him stand.

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Those same arms grab him around the waist again and pull him on top of her, frantically pushing his shirt up so she can feel his skin under her palms. He grunts harshly once more against her skin as her hands make contact with his flesh, mouth at that electric junction between shoulder and neck where skin seems so tender and so delightfully responsive. He licks and bites, relishing in the mewling sound that he pulls from her lips and then laves the area with his tongue once more. Her lace covered breasts are exposed and he covers one with his large, calloused palm kneeding it firmly before rolling the nipple between his fingertips. This time she moans even as her hands scrabble against his back and grab his buttocks pressing his throbbing erection against her slickened core, fabric offering frustrating friction as groans are pulled from both of their throats.

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Severus wasn’t sure how far they had gone, or really where they were. All he knew was the young woman by his side had somehow forced him to stand and move and was now dragging him through the halls of the great Manor. He hoped she knew better than he did where they were going. He wasn’t sure he would be able to get them out even if he wanted to.

Ahead of them a soft white light began to glow in the corridor and a particularly foul curse slipped past her lips. She turned them sharply and went through the closest door, propping his back against a wall as she latched it quietly behind them. Severus felt his knees begin to give and braced his hands on the hard wood, but there was nothing he could do to stop his descent downwards. Cursing again, she shoved her hands under his arms and pressed her body against his, forcing him to remain upright.

“I’m sorry Severus, I won’t be able to get you back up again” she whispered, mouth against his ear. He nodded, head falling forward and resting limply on her shoulder. Her breath came in ragged little pants and he realized how exhausted she must be, not only from dragging his weight around but from magical exertion as well. He turned his head so his nose was against her neck and licked his lips, mentally taking stock of the hitch in her breath.
The sound of footsteps echoing down the hall made both of them freeze, and neither dared to breathe. They came closer and closer and he could feel her body get tighter and tenser, and quiet words were muttered under breath – a spell ready to go should they be discovered. He found himself wrapping his arms around her waist, trying to offer…Support? Comfort? What he wasn’t quite sure himself. They waited breathlessly as the persons approached and then ran off, apparently unaware of their presence.

Both let out a long breath, and a soft laugh escaped from her lips at the end of it. Severus felt his lips pulled into a small smile as he forced himself to lift his head and look down at her. Moonlight streamed in from a window across the room and danced in her eyes, laying soft shadows across her face, a dark angel in times of need. The smirk of amusement fled from her face as she returned his gaze, and a hand reached up from where she had been supporting him to push a lock of hair back behind his ear before going back to the wall.

“Severus” she whispered again, that same hitch catching in her throat. His gaze travelled from her eyes down across her face to her lips where they rested.

“Miss Granger” he whispered, one of his own hands coming up to trace her jawline, “In the front of my robes there is a potion. Can you retrieve it?” She pulled her lower lip between her teeth chewing nervously as she nodded. He felt a hand let go of him, the pressure of her body holding him against the wall as she reached between them digging at pockets. He closed his eyes briefly, head tipping back at the exquisite sensation of her groping at him.

That was when he felt it. A wet warmth along the length of his neck and he gasped, as he looked back down at her retreating form. Cold fire gleamed in his eyes as he saw her tongue dart back into her mouth, and her gaze shifted away from his. She lifted a vial to his lips and he opened them as she poured the contents into his waiting jaws. As the last of the potion slid down his throat he could feel the healing effects taking affect, and his strength returning. As quick as the serpent his house had been named for he snatched her into his arms, and spun around pressing her against the wall. She squeaked and squirmed against him, though he noticed that her legs automatically wrapped about his waist.

He paused only for a moment before leaning down and capturing her lips with his own, unable to stop himself from tasting her, chasing the tongue that moments before had so wantonly traced his jugular. He braced a thigh upwards and angled it against her crotch, rocking in time to a rhythm only they could hear. Her moans became desperate muffled cries as she sought relief from the tightening that was threatening to spill over both of them. Severus tore his lips away from hers, eyes hungrily devouring her flushed face and swollen mouth, swearing to himself he would feast from them again. A disappointed sound slipped out of her throat causing a feral smile to creep across his face.

Leaning forward he pressed his lips against her ear, whispering “I fully intend to finish this conversation elsewhere, Miss Granger” before licking the soft area behind her lobe. She bit her lip, fighting to keep her reckless moans at bay before he lowered her to the floor. With another brief kiss he grabbed her hand and opened the door.

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Clothes disappear with a frustrated flick of the wand, followed by the clatter of said wand hitting the floor. The only friction now is skin to skin and they both let out a deep, soul rending groan as they feel each other skin to skin for the first time. He teases her wet core with his unbearably hard erection, sliding it up and down her slit without seeking penetration. The turgid head bumps her clit with each thrust, drawing out sighs from the back of her throat that cause further tightening in his belly and groin, drawing him closer to the edge. She cries out in frustration as he pulls back, and then cries out in desperation as he settles himself at her entrance, legs wrapping around his waist and encouraging him forward.

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The two raced down the plush hall, across the lavish marble foyer and out through the front doors of the manor, gasping in anticipation. Ahead of them Harry stood back to back with Order members, firing curses at the encroaching Death Eaters. The bespectacled boy turned to face them, reaching an arm out in a beckoning gesture

“Come on, we have to GO” he yelled, and Snape felt Hermione pick up her speed beside him. He clung to her hand like it was his lifeline, unwilling to let her go. As they approached the handful of other people in the courtyard he could hear Potter muttering foul swears in between hexes. Hermione however turned outwards to face those who were trying to prevent them from leaving.

In an instant, Severus saw the tide turn. He blanched at the power that spilled from her wand as she began firing powerful spells at the surrounding Death eaters, watching them fall one by one. It was a delicious, decadent, dangerous dance – one she knew the steps to and dragged those around her into. No longer were they fighting for their lives, now they were fighting to win…and winning they were. Curses bounced off each other in the air, soaring high and harmlessly overhead as the words flowed from her lips over and over again. The others followed her lead, a lazy arrogance marking their movements as their opponents halted in forward movement. Swears were heard as body after body began to hit the ground.

Suddenly, Harry let out a hoarse cry and lifted a totem over his head. Hermione gasped and looked up at Severus’ eyes. He nodded and she turned back to Harry, squeezing his hand tightly as she reached forward and touched the portkey, and immediately was yanked through space and time.

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Snape moans again as he finally lets himself sink into her sweet, warm depths. She is like a velvet glove around him, fitting him snugly and securely and he takes silent pleasure in the guttural cry he pulls out of her throat. Panting he drops his head to her shoulder and grips her hips tightly, pulling her flush against his pelvic bones. She whines headily into his ear, whispering sweet sounds of delight against his neck, his ear, his cheek. A moment, another endless, eternal moment stretched out before them before he began to move. Long, deep, slow thrusts that stroked every inch of her and himself. He relished in the feel of her over and over again, worshipping her with every plunge of his hips, every squeeze of his fingers, every fevered kiss placed on her lips and hair and face.
A tight heat begins to coil between them, and her nails scrabble against him again, unintelligible demands falling from her lips as they began their ascent. He closes his eyes, snapping his pelvis forward a little more roughly, trying to pull from her what he wants for both of them. That sweet nirvana, that bliss that sings to them, pulls them higher and higher. He reaches one hand down between them, circling her clit again, trying to show her exactly what she makes him feel.
And then it is upon them. She howls out against his neck, arching electrically under his body, her tight walls pulsing and dragging him with her. He gives a cracked shout as he comes, thrusting twice more into those intoxicating depths, spilling his seed inside her. She gasps and giggles a little, and he chuckles in that fuzzy haze that is post orgasmic bliss. His eyes seek out hers and he smiles softly, warmly, invitingly.
“I don’t know how I ever did without you” he whispers, leaning forward to capture her lips in a soft kiss.
She smiles and returns the tender gesture, “Lucky for you, you’ll never have to find out again”