I Love You More
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Adult
Chapters:
2
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2,818
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5
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I Love You More
I Love You More
Hermione/Snape
Nc-17
I know it’s sad but it’s making me happy.
All recognizable characters from the Harry Potter series are the sole property of JK. Rowling and all those associated with the aforementioned series. I take no credit for their creation and make no profit from this piece of fanfiction.
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Stepping out of the fireplace into the flat Hermione shared with her husband she paused as she saw Severus sitting in a chair a few feet away. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, dark mark on full display as he raised what looked like a full glass of fire whiskey to his lips.
“Waiting up Severus, you shouldn’t have.” She said smoothly, removing her cloak to hang it near the fireplace.
“Did you fuck him?”
“Fuck who, Severus dear?”
“You know who, you bitch!” He roared, hurling his glass towards her where it shattered against the wall near her head.
Flinching as the shards hit her face she struggled to keep her composure. It was hardly their first fight and it most certainly wouldn’t be their last. Severus had proven to be increasingly jealous over the years. He never tried to control her but when she went out with Harry and Ron his temper seemed to flare beyond even his control. Mostly because she and Ron had been a couple during the war and Ron had, on more than one occasion, expressed an interest in resuming their relationship, regardless of the fact that she was married.
She never encouraged him. She did love her husband but it did give her a little thrill to know that her old sweetheart still found her desirable. It gave her an even bigger thrill to know how easily Severus could come undone over the thought of her infidelity. He had always been a composed man; keeping his feelings firmly concealed almost the entire time she’d known him. However, after he began to court her she saw just how passionate he could be. When they were together, they were either fighting or shagging each other senseless. Some days they’d start fighting in the middle of their bed, both exhausted but more than ready to bicker over the littlest things. She’d never considered herself to have a disagreeable disposition but being married to Severus Snape showed her just how viscous she could be.
Some days she would even taunt him, mentioning dinner plans with Harry or lunches with Ron. A muscle in his jaw would tick slightly and that was the first sign of his ire. Soon afterwards, they’d tear into each other, him with his accusations and her with her denials and subtle digs at his manhood. She knew that he kept her more than satisfied in the bedroom but he didn’t know that and she planned to keep it that way. If he knew she couldn’t even bare to think of anyone else between her thighs he’d probably grow tired of her, that was her reasoning anyway.
“Oh, you mean Ron.”
“Of course I mean Ron you slag, you spend enough time with him.” Severus sneered, getting up from his seat. “Unless of course you’ve let Harry have a go as well, is that it?”
“If they did I wouldn’t have nearly enough energy to come home and argue with you over your insecure delusions.” She replied, moving to sweep past him towards the bedroom.
She never made it that far though as he grabbed her arms, yanking her backwards into his body. She stumbled a bit, only held upright by his tight grip and she couldn’t help but feel his erection digging into the curve of her bottom.
“You will not be alone with them again.”
His words shocked her, not only the tone, low and growled, controlled but also the words themselves. He’d never tried to forbid her friendships before.
“I’ll see them if I like, when I like.” She snapped, breathing hard as she wondered what to do next. She didn’t want to strike him, that was the farthest thing from her mind. What she really wanted was for him to toss her onto the rug before the fireplace and rip off her clothes. She hadn’t felt him inside of her for days, their last argument making things even more strained than usual.
“You are my wife.” He said slowly, one hand moving from her arm to her waist where he slid his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt, dragging it up over her stomach. His fingers were slightly calloused from gripping his wand but there were strong and she had to close her eyes as they caressed her skin. She knew he could feel the muscles in her stomach quiver as he slipped his fingers up further, along her ribs towards her silk encased breasts. “Your body belongs to me.”
She knew she should scoff at his words, deny them vehemently but she couldn’t. Not when he slid his hand inside her brassier and tweaked a nipple, rolling the little pebble of flesh between his fingers as his other hand moved down to tug at the fastening of her trousers. Her breath caught as his hand suddenly thrust into her knickers, carding through the curls he found there in search of her clit. As he rubbed it harshly, her hips jerked and she pressed her backside hard into his groin, grinding against him for more friction.
“Severus…”
“Every moan, every touch is mine.” He murmured, as he nuzzled the side of her neck, pressing kisses against her skin. “I will not share you Hermione.”
“You aren’t!” She gasped as he pressed two fingers inside her, fingers curling upwards as his thumb took over against her clit. “I… I am yours…”
“Always?”
She tried to answer but found she could barely catch her breath. It felt so good to have him touch her again, the sound of his voice in her ear as he manipulated her flesh making it even more exciting. She wanted to feel him inside of her, all of him and not just his fingers. To wrap her legs around his waist as he pressed her into the mattress of their bed and made her scream.
“Merlin… yes… always!”
Shuddering, she tightened around his fingers and she couldn’t help but sag back against him as she felt her orgasm roll through her. Panting slightly she closed her eyes, she didn’t want to move away from him but knew she must. Getting too complacent could cost her everything. It was sick really, what she’d do to keep him. Unhealthy in almost every way a relationship could be but she didn’t care. It just proved how much she loved him and she only hoped one day he would see that.
Hermione/Snape
Nc-17
I know it’s sad but it’s making me happy.
All recognizable characters from the Harry Potter series are the sole property of JK. Rowling and all those associated with the aforementioned series. I take no credit for their creation and make no profit from this piece of fanfiction.
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Stepping out of the fireplace into the flat Hermione shared with her husband she paused as she saw Severus sitting in a chair a few feet away. His shirt sleeves were rolled up, dark mark on full display as he raised what looked like a full glass of fire whiskey to his lips.
“Waiting up Severus, you shouldn’t have.” She said smoothly, removing her cloak to hang it near the fireplace.
“Did you fuck him?”
“Fuck who, Severus dear?”
“You know who, you bitch!” He roared, hurling his glass towards her where it shattered against the wall near her head.
Flinching as the shards hit her face she struggled to keep her composure. It was hardly their first fight and it most certainly wouldn’t be their last. Severus had proven to be increasingly jealous over the years. He never tried to control her but when she went out with Harry and Ron his temper seemed to flare beyond even his control. Mostly because she and Ron had been a couple during the war and Ron had, on more than one occasion, expressed an interest in resuming their relationship, regardless of the fact that she was married.
She never encouraged him. She did love her husband but it did give her a little thrill to know that her old sweetheart still found her desirable. It gave her an even bigger thrill to know how easily Severus could come undone over the thought of her infidelity. He had always been a composed man; keeping his feelings firmly concealed almost the entire time she’d known him. However, after he began to court her she saw just how passionate he could be. When they were together, they were either fighting or shagging each other senseless. Some days they’d start fighting in the middle of their bed, both exhausted but more than ready to bicker over the littlest things. She’d never considered herself to have a disagreeable disposition but being married to Severus Snape showed her just how viscous she could be.
Some days she would even taunt him, mentioning dinner plans with Harry or lunches with Ron. A muscle in his jaw would tick slightly and that was the first sign of his ire. Soon afterwards, they’d tear into each other, him with his accusations and her with her denials and subtle digs at his manhood. She knew that he kept her more than satisfied in the bedroom but he didn’t know that and she planned to keep it that way. If he knew she couldn’t even bare to think of anyone else between her thighs he’d probably grow tired of her, that was her reasoning anyway.
“Oh, you mean Ron.”
“Of course I mean Ron you slag, you spend enough time with him.” Severus sneered, getting up from his seat. “Unless of course you’ve let Harry have a go as well, is that it?”
“If they did I wouldn’t have nearly enough energy to come home and argue with you over your insecure delusions.” She replied, moving to sweep past him towards the bedroom.
She never made it that far though as he grabbed her arms, yanking her backwards into his body. She stumbled a bit, only held upright by his tight grip and she couldn’t help but feel his erection digging into the curve of her bottom.
“You will not be alone with them again.”
His words shocked her, not only the tone, low and growled, controlled but also the words themselves. He’d never tried to forbid her friendships before.
“I’ll see them if I like, when I like.” She snapped, breathing hard as she wondered what to do next. She didn’t want to strike him, that was the farthest thing from her mind. What she really wanted was for him to toss her onto the rug before the fireplace and rip off her clothes. She hadn’t felt him inside of her for days, their last argument making things even more strained than usual.
“You are my wife.” He said slowly, one hand moving from her arm to her waist where he slid his fingers beneath the hem of her shirt, dragging it up over her stomach. His fingers were slightly calloused from gripping his wand but there were strong and she had to close her eyes as they caressed her skin. She knew he could feel the muscles in her stomach quiver as he slipped his fingers up further, along her ribs towards her silk encased breasts. “Your body belongs to me.”
She knew she should scoff at his words, deny them vehemently but she couldn’t. Not when he slid his hand inside her brassier and tweaked a nipple, rolling the little pebble of flesh between his fingers as his other hand moved down to tug at the fastening of her trousers. Her breath caught as his hand suddenly thrust into her knickers, carding through the curls he found there in search of her clit. As he rubbed it harshly, her hips jerked and she pressed her backside hard into his groin, grinding against him for more friction.
“Severus…”
“Every moan, every touch is mine.” He murmured, as he nuzzled the side of her neck, pressing kisses against her skin. “I will not share you Hermione.”
“You aren’t!” She gasped as he pressed two fingers inside her, fingers curling upwards as his thumb took over against her clit. “I… I am yours…”
“Always?”
She tried to answer but found she could barely catch her breath. It felt so good to have him touch her again, the sound of his voice in her ear as he manipulated her flesh making it even more exciting. She wanted to feel him inside of her, all of him and not just his fingers. To wrap her legs around his waist as he pressed her into the mattress of their bed and made her scream.
“Merlin… yes… always!”
Shuddering, she tightened around his fingers and she couldn’t help but sag back against him as she felt her orgasm roll through her. Panting slightly she closed her eyes, she didn’t want to move away from him but knew she must. Getting too complacent could cost her everything. It was sick really, what she’d do to keep him. Unhealthy in almost every way a relationship could be but she didn’t care. It just proved how much she loved him and she only hoped one day he would see that.