Songs of Hermione
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
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7,409
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Building a Mystery
I do not own Harry Potter or any of it’s associated Characters I just like to play with them from time to time. I do not make money off of these stories and no copyright infringement is intended. I do not own any of the songs used in these stories.
~Building a Mystery~
She stared out the windows of the highest tower of the castle. The war was nearing, she knew. Her stomach tied in daily knots of worry. It was in times like this that she turned to her secret comfort.
She could see him in her mind’s eye, moving towards the stone steps. The small pendant she wore beneath her clothing warmed against her skin.
A signal. He was coming.
‘You come out at night
That's when the energy comes’
His power reached out for her like brushing dark tendrils in the darkness. His black robes flowing around him on an unseen wind. He was menacing and angelic. An avenging angel.
‘And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear’
His youth had been one of dark loneliness, of love denied. She couldn’t change that. Wouldn’t want to, for it had given him to her.
‘And your suicide poem’
The words on the page she kept hidden away leaping to her mind. When this… this madness, sweet madness had begun.
‘And a cross from a faith that died
Before Jesus came
You're building a mystery’
The ever elusive and darkly mysterious Potion’s Master.
‘You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls’
He was before her now, catching her small cool hand in his own larger warmer one. Leading her down to halls to the room of requirement. Magically, it had appeared for them here.
‘And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls
You wear sandals in the snow
And a smile that won't wash away’
“Severus?” she called softly and he turned, a half smile on his pale features. Ah, but he was lovely.
‘Can you look out the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?’
So tall, so dark. So… haunted. He carried several lifetime’s worth of pains and secrets and she knew only a fraction of them. But it was enough for her. It was still a fraction that no one else knew.
The door closed, the candles flared and then his lips were on hers. Seeking, stroking, tasting. Severus was methodical and ruthless in everything he did. Making love to her was no different. He loved to watch her heat beneath his hands. To hear his name in broken pleas fall from her rose hued lips.
These things were his. No one else’s.
‘You're so beautiful
With an edge and charm’
With a whisper, her clothing fell away, revealing her to his hungry eyes. There was a wildness in them. As if he were just one breath away from losing all control. Becoming more dangerous than he was.
He reached out with that large hand, threading it through her curls, and jerked her against his chest, even as his own clothing vanished from between them. His lips danced over her jaw, and to his favored spot. The area where shoulder and neck became one.
His teeth sank in, just enough to mark, enough to cause her to hiss in want. Severus was pleasure and he was pain. He was the careful, artful, blending point of the in-between. For all his roughness, she knew he would never truly harm her.
‘but so careful
When I'm in your arms’
Even as his bite pressure increased his hands were sliding over her body in a gentle caresses. Leaving her shaking, wet and needful.
His teeth released her, his clever tongue massaging the point of pain, until she moaned loudly. Her hands sliding into his wealth of dark hair and drawing his mouth back to hers.
He walked her backwards, mouth ravaging hers with each step. She felt the silken linens behind her bare knees and let herself fall back with a laugh. She knew.
Knew he would catch her, slow her descent, keeping her body close to his own, skin touching, sliding. Leaving no part of her safe. A long arm braced on the pillows under head, another spelled the ropes on the headboard to catch around her wrists.
How he adored being in control.
‘Cause you're working
Building a mystery’
That mouth. That mouth slid over her chin, her neck, nipping, biting, loving. Large hands cupped her full breasts, long fingers plucking at rosy nipples. Making her moan, making her arch for more of his touch. Making her mewl when he took one pebbled peak into the hot confines of his mouth.
Her breath caught in her throat, she longed to touch him. “Severus…!” she cried out, when two long fingers found themselves at her heat.
‘Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully’
Severus wasn’t sure when it had happened. When he began to see the lovely witch beneath him as his own. But happened it had. He had taken her virginity in every way imaginable, leaving her sated and yet still seeking him. Time was growing short however, and he knew his days were numbered.
He would leave something behind.
‘You woke up screaming aloud
A prayer from your secret god
You feed off our fears’
His long elegant fingers played over her clit, her own juices making her slick and pliant. Her sex was soaked with want of him. He slid two fingers deep within her, his thumb curling to rest over her pearl.
Curling his fingers at each pass, he soon had her shaking. The weight in her stomach coiling tighter. Her thighs trembled and he smirked before biting her inner thigh. She felt the sting of tears behind her lids, in a good way.
‘And hold back your tears, oh
Give us a tantrum
And a know it all grin’
Hermione’s back arched off the bed, the pain being the key that sent her spiraling through the stars. Her climax made her see those stars! And before she could recover he was plunging into her, deep and thick.
His hardness prolonging her orgasm.
‘Just when we need one
When the evening's thin
You're a beautiful
A beautiful fucked up man’
Severus closed his eyes at her tightness, at the fluttering of her muscles around his shaft. Merlin she was good!
He rocked against her, gently at first but with growing speed as her moans and pleas became demands. He pulled from her, flipping her onto her stomach and she instantly pulled her knees beneath her, raising her self to him.
“Ah, good girl” he groaned as he shoved himself inside of her once more. Her hands grasped the headboard for leverage as he slammed into her again and again.
“Oh gods… Sev…..”
“That’s it……do you want to come?”
“Mmm, yes!”
‘You're setting up your
Razor wire shrine
Cause you're working
Building a mystery’
He could already feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, the tightening of his sac, he was done. He knew it. Reaching between them, he pinched her clit in a steady rhythm. She wailed as she began to convulse and when she thought she couldn’t possibly feel anymore pleasure.
She did.
‘Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
Ooh you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in’
Severus placed his two wet fingers at her puckered entrance and shoved them inside with the first rippling of her orgasm.
Her scream bounced off the walls, his name a shrill plea to heaven spiraling up and outwards.
She clamped down on him hard, her body shaking madly.
He leaned over her, teeth clamping on her shoulder as he came. Her orgasm making her tense around him and beneath him.
‘Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully’
He poured himself into her, holding them tightly together. Licking her shoulder between his teeth. His grunt of pleasure heating her insides all over again.
“Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully’
“Did you manage it?” she asked long minutes later as she lay in his arms. That dark protective circle.
Severus pressed a kiss to her temple, “I did” he confirmed, “Please promise me you won’t name him Ronald or Harry.”
She laughed softly, “Promise. I wish you wouldn’t sound certain that you won’t survive this. Some things can be undone you know.”
He pulled her closer, his hand stroking her flat stomach “And some things just are.”
They would not speak of love, or futures. In the headmaster's office the documents were already waiting. Severus would die in the war and this lovely witch who now carried his heir would have everything.
It was too bad really, that some things just are.
‘You're building a mystery’
~Building a Mystery~
She stared out the windows of the highest tower of the castle. The war was nearing, she knew. Her stomach tied in daily knots of worry. It was in times like this that she turned to her secret comfort.
She could see him in her mind’s eye, moving towards the stone steps. The small pendant she wore beneath her clothing warmed against her skin.
A signal. He was coming.
‘You come out at night
That's when the energy comes’
His power reached out for her like brushing dark tendrils in the darkness. His black robes flowing around him on an unseen wind. He was menacing and angelic. An avenging angel.
‘And the dark side's light
And the vampires roam
You strut your rasta wear’
His youth had been one of dark loneliness, of love denied. She couldn’t change that. Wouldn’t want to, for it had given him to her.
‘And your suicide poem’
The words on the page she kept hidden away leaping to her mind. When this… this madness, sweet madness had begun.
‘And a cross from a faith that died
Before Jesus came
You're building a mystery’
The ever elusive and darkly mysterious Potion’s Master.
‘You live in a church
Where you sleep with voodoo dolls’
He was before her now, catching her small cool hand in his own larger warmer one. Leading her down to halls to the room of requirement. Magically, it had appeared for them here.
‘And you won't give up the search
For the ghosts in the halls
You wear sandals in the snow
And a smile that won't wash away’
“Severus?” she called softly and he turned, a half smile on his pale features. Ah, but he was lovely.
‘Can you look out the window
Without your shadow getting in the way?’
So tall, so dark. So… haunted. He carried several lifetime’s worth of pains and secrets and she knew only a fraction of them. But it was enough for her. It was still a fraction that no one else knew.
The door closed, the candles flared and then his lips were on hers. Seeking, stroking, tasting. Severus was methodical and ruthless in everything he did. Making love to her was no different. He loved to watch her heat beneath his hands. To hear his name in broken pleas fall from her rose hued lips.
These things were his. No one else’s.
‘You're so beautiful
With an edge and charm’
With a whisper, her clothing fell away, revealing her to his hungry eyes. There was a wildness in them. As if he were just one breath away from losing all control. Becoming more dangerous than he was.
He reached out with that large hand, threading it through her curls, and jerked her against his chest, even as his own clothing vanished from between them. His lips danced over her jaw, and to his favored spot. The area where shoulder and neck became one.
His teeth sank in, just enough to mark, enough to cause her to hiss in want. Severus was pleasure and he was pain. He was the careful, artful, blending point of the in-between. For all his roughness, she knew he would never truly harm her.
‘but so careful
When I'm in your arms’
Even as his bite pressure increased his hands were sliding over her body in a gentle caresses. Leaving her shaking, wet and needful.
His teeth released her, his clever tongue massaging the point of pain, until she moaned loudly. Her hands sliding into his wealth of dark hair and drawing his mouth back to hers.
He walked her backwards, mouth ravaging hers with each step. She felt the silken linens behind her bare knees and let herself fall back with a laugh. She knew.
Knew he would catch her, slow her descent, keeping her body close to his own, skin touching, sliding. Leaving no part of her safe. A long arm braced on the pillows under head, another spelled the ropes on the headboard to catch around her wrists.
How he adored being in control.
‘Cause you're working
Building a mystery’
That mouth. That mouth slid over her chin, her neck, nipping, biting, loving. Large hands cupped her full breasts, long fingers plucking at rosy nipples. Making her moan, making her arch for more of his touch. Making her mewl when he took one pebbled peak into the hot confines of his mouth.
Her breath caught in her throat, she longed to touch him. “Severus…!” she cried out, when two long fingers found themselves at her heat.
‘Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully’
Severus wasn’t sure when it had happened. When he began to see the lovely witch beneath him as his own. But happened it had. He had taken her virginity in every way imaginable, leaving her sated and yet still seeking him. Time was growing short however, and he knew his days were numbered.
He would leave something behind.
‘You woke up screaming aloud
A prayer from your secret god
You feed off our fears’
His long elegant fingers played over her clit, her own juices making her slick and pliant. Her sex was soaked with want of him. He slid two fingers deep within her, his thumb curling to rest over her pearl.
Curling his fingers at each pass, he soon had her shaking. The weight in her stomach coiling tighter. Her thighs trembled and he smirked before biting her inner thigh. She felt the sting of tears behind her lids, in a good way.
‘And hold back your tears, oh
Give us a tantrum
And a know it all grin’
Hermione’s back arched off the bed, the pain being the key that sent her spiraling through the stars. Her climax made her see those stars! And before she could recover he was plunging into her, deep and thick.
His hardness prolonging her orgasm.
‘Just when we need one
When the evening's thin
You're a beautiful
A beautiful fucked up man’
Severus closed his eyes at her tightness, at the fluttering of her muscles around his shaft. Merlin she was good!
He rocked against her, gently at first but with growing speed as her moans and pleas became demands. He pulled from her, flipping her onto her stomach and she instantly pulled her knees beneath her, raising her self to him.
“Ah, good girl” he groaned as he shoved himself inside of her once more. Her hands grasped the headboard for leverage as he slammed into her again and again.
“Oh gods… Sev…..”
“That’s it……do you want to come?”
“Mmm, yes!”
‘You're setting up your
Razor wire shrine
Cause you're working
Building a mystery’
He could already feel the pressure building at the base of his spine, the tightening of his sac, he was done. He knew it. Reaching between them, he pinched her clit in a steady rhythm. She wailed as she began to convulse and when she thought she couldn’t possibly feel anymore pleasure.
She did.
‘Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully
Ooh you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in’
Severus placed his two wet fingers at her puckered entrance and shoved them inside with the first rippling of her orgasm.
Her scream bounced off the walls, his name a shrill plea to heaven spiraling up and outwards.
She clamped down on him hard, her body shaking madly.
He leaned over her, teeth clamping on her shoulder as he came. Her orgasm making her tense around him and beneath him.
‘Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully’
He poured himself into her, holding them tightly together. Licking her shoulder between his teeth. His grunt of pleasure heating her insides all over again.
“Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
Holding on and holding it in
Yeah you're working
Building a mystery
And choosing so carefully’
“Did you manage it?” she asked long minutes later as she lay in his arms. That dark protective circle.
Severus pressed a kiss to her temple, “I did” he confirmed, “Please promise me you won’t name him Ronald or Harry.”
She laughed softly, “Promise. I wish you wouldn’t sound certain that you won’t survive this. Some things can be undone you know.”
He pulled her closer, his hand stroking her flat stomach “And some things just are.”
They would not speak of love, or futures. In the headmaster's office the documents were already waiting. Severus would die in the war and this lovely witch who now carried his heir would have everything.
It was too bad really, that some things just are.
‘You're building a mystery’