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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult ++
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3,053
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16
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Vox Vocis
10/02/2009:A/N--Just a note to those who reviewed; thanks so much for your kind words! I do check back from time to time, and it is so nice to hear you liked it. VR.
Vox Vocis
The Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts was out late, walking slowly along the shore of the Black Lake. The stars burned brightly overhead, and the wind played with her long braid of brown hair, trying to pull the curly strands loose around her face. A sudden sense that she was no longer alone made her stop and look around in the near-perfect darkness.
“So heedless of your safety, Professor Granger?” The rich baritone drawl seemed to rise from the soft wind at the edge of the lake and the starry darkness around her. “You of all people should know what can lurk in the darkness, even on the grounds of Hogwarts.”
“I seem to be lurking here, Professor Snape. In your company, what could possibly happen to me?“ Hermione almost smiled, even as the voice made her shiver slightly, but not from the windy spring night. She wrapped her teaching robes more closely around her curved figure and stared into the water for a moment. The Black Lake was smoother than glass, making it difficult to see where the reflected stars ended and the real ones began, far out over the horizon. It would be so easy to reach for those glittering bits of light in the water…
The voice rippled through her “The water is cold, and the stars are fire, but so far away. And you are here alone with me, sheltered from the view of anyone in the castle that might be awake at this late hour. Even Mrs. Norris has gone to her flea-riddled bed by now.” She could hear the sardonic smirk in the voice.
She could not see him, except as the barest suggestion of a shape several feet to her left. An indistinct blur, towering and rippling in the warm night. The scent of sandalwood and herbs and wood smoke drifted to her, and something richly male, his own personal signature on the air.
“In such a situation, so private, almost anything might happen, no possibility is too far gone to be considered, all options are open, wouldn’t you say, Professor?” She said in a soft, throaty whisper.
“Not all, Professor Granger.”
“And if you had your preference?” she half smiled into the night.
There was a brief silence, then a faint rasp, as if he cleared his throat.
“A few yards to your right is a copse of oak trees and beeches, can you smell them?” he asked softly.
“Yes.”
“Deep in the center, well hidden from prying eyes is a small clearing. This early in the spring it is laced with green grass and the violets and moonflowers will be in bloom. Their scent will be heavy there, in among the sharp acrid tang of the oak and beech leaves from the fall. The grass is soft and deep, lush against bare skin, and the air is still and warm from the day.”
Almost without realizing it she had half-turned to try to see the trees through the blackness.
“My preference would be to take your hand and lead you through those trees to that clearing. I would draw you close to my side, taking care that you did not stumble, and we would go into that clearing, Hermione. I would ward us against any who might disturb us, so that none could find us. We would be alone together.”
“Alone.” She sighed the word on a breath.
“I would kiss you there, among the starlight and shadows. Kiss your sweet red lips until they parted and you kissed me back, our tongues dueling to give each other the most pleasure. I would tangle my fingers in your wild curls and pull them from that strict braid you keep them confined in until the whole mass spilled free down your back for me to play with.”
“I would press little kisses to your jaw; to your throat,” she murmured to him. “I want to kiss where the snake bit you, make you forget you were ever hurt that night. I want to unbutton your robes and press my lips to every inch of skin as it appears, licking and tasting my way down your chest.”
He groaned at the thought of her small hands on him. “Hermione…”
“I’d push your robes off your shoulders and trace my fingers over every muscle, every scar. My teeth would scrape over your nipples, then I’d lick the little pain away, suck them until they were hard like mine.” She gasped, her voice low and throaty. “My robes would be in the way and I’d throw them off so we can be skin to skin, finally. My breasts are so swollen they feel hot, and I push them against you. Can you feel them, Severus? Can you?”
“Hmm, so ripe and round; they fill my hands and I want to play with them, taste those hard puckered points like licking the cherry from a sundae,” He said, his voice dropping an octave. “I would vanish my trousers, then pull us both to the ground atop our scattered robes so that I can feel your body under me, hear you moan when I slide my hand to your sex. It’s so wet for me. Are you wet, my Hermione?”
“Oh, Yess!” she moaned into the wind, barely able to stand. “I want to pump your cock in my hands, feel how hot and thick it is, just for me! I want to suck it, run my tongue over it like a stick of candy, take you deep in my throat as you thrust in and out of my mouth.”
“So good,” he rasped, “but I want to be inside you. I pull you away and we lay back again, your thighs spread wide for me. I lower myself to you, push the head in just a little. You’d be so tight, so slick around my cock, love, I can hardly keep myself from burying it to the hilt in you!”
“Hmm, don’t!” she moaned, “Fill me up, Severus! I want to feel your thick cock stretching me, going deep with every stroke! I want to feel your weight on me, pressing me into the earth, your shoulders blotting out the stars as we fuck, harder and faster! Oh, gods, I’m going to come!”
“Do it, come for me! Let me see you come when I fuck you, my Hermione! Yes!”
“Severus! Oh, gods, yes! Yes!” She fell to her knees, there at the shore of the Black Lake, gasping and shaking her release, trembling as the waves of her orgasm crashed through her.
It was many minutes before he heard her breathing grow steady once more and saw her sit back on her heels as she collected herself. “Are you all right, Hermione?” He asked softly.
A small sob reached his ears and then she said, “Yes. Yes, I’m all right.” she carefully got to her feet. “I just wish we really could make love, Severus, just once more.”
“As do I, my love. You have no idea what that night before the battle meant to me, and still means to me.” He sighed, “but even this is so much more than I ever had in my life. I love you, Hermione, and I will wait for you for as long as it takes. You know that.”
“And I love you, Severus. When I finally am able to come to you, all this will seem like a mere moment in time, and we will be together forever.” She rustled in the night as she rearranged her robes. “The wind is getting colder, now.”
“Then you should go back. I would not wish you to catch a chill. Good night, my love.”
“Good night, Love. I will see you again, soon.” She picked her way along the shore and found the path back to Hogwarts’ main doors, carefully closing them behind her.
The ghost of Severus Snape looked up at the uncaring stars for a long time, before he faded back to that place where he waited for his still-living lover.
Finis
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A/N: What can I say? Alan Rickman’s voice does that to me. As someone once said: Any questions? Any answers? Anyone want a mint? Reviews and concrit gratefully accepted!
Vox Vocis
The Transfiguration teacher at Hogwarts was out late, walking slowly along the shore of the Black Lake. The stars burned brightly overhead, and the wind played with her long braid of brown hair, trying to pull the curly strands loose around her face. A sudden sense that she was no longer alone made her stop and look around in the near-perfect darkness.
“So heedless of your safety, Professor Granger?” The rich baritone drawl seemed to rise from the soft wind at the edge of the lake and the starry darkness around her. “You of all people should know what can lurk in the darkness, even on the grounds of Hogwarts.”
“I seem to be lurking here, Professor Snape. In your company, what could possibly happen to me?“ Hermione almost smiled, even as the voice made her shiver slightly, but not from the windy spring night. She wrapped her teaching robes more closely around her curved figure and stared into the water for a moment. The Black Lake was smoother than glass, making it difficult to see where the reflected stars ended and the real ones began, far out over the horizon. It would be so easy to reach for those glittering bits of light in the water…
The voice rippled through her “The water is cold, and the stars are fire, but so far away. And you are here alone with me, sheltered from the view of anyone in the castle that might be awake at this late hour. Even Mrs. Norris has gone to her flea-riddled bed by now.” She could hear the sardonic smirk in the voice.
She could not see him, except as the barest suggestion of a shape several feet to her left. An indistinct blur, towering and rippling in the warm night. The scent of sandalwood and herbs and wood smoke drifted to her, and something richly male, his own personal signature on the air.
“In such a situation, so private, almost anything might happen, no possibility is too far gone to be considered, all options are open, wouldn’t you say, Professor?” She said in a soft, throaty whisper.
“Not all, Professor Granger.”
“And if you had your preference?” she half smiled into the night.
There was a brief silence, then a faint rasp, as if he cleared his throat.
“A few yards to your right is a copse of oak trees and beeches, can you smell them?” he asked softly.
“Yes.”
“Deep in the center, well hidden from prying eyes is a small clearing. This early in the spring it is laced with green grass and the violets and moonflowers will be in bloom. Their scent will be heavy there, in among the sharp acrid tang of the oak and beech leaves from the fall. The grass is soft and deep, lush against bare skin, and the air is still and warm from the day.”
Almost without realizing it she had half-turned to try to see the trees through the blackness.
“My preference would be to take your hand and lead you through those trees to that clearing. I would draw you close to my side, taking care that you did not stumble, and we would go into that clearing, Hermione. I would ward us against any who might disturb us, so that none could find us. We would be alone together.”
“Alone.” She sighed the word on a breath.
“I would kiss you there, among the starlight and shadows. Kiss your sweet red lips until they parted and you kissed me back, our tongues dueling to give each other the most pleasure. I would tangle my fingers in your wild curls and pull them from that strict braid you keep them confined in until the whole mass spilled free down your back for me to play with.”
“I would press little kisses to your jaw; to your throat,” she murmured to him. “I want to kiss where the snake bit you, make you forget you were ever hurt that night. I want to unbutton your robes and press my lips to every inch of skin as it appears, licking and tasting my way down your chest.”
He groaned at the thought of her small hands on him. “Hermione…”
“I’d push your robes off your shoulders and trace my fingers over every muscle, every scar. My teeth would scrape over your nipples, then I’d lick the little pain away, suck them until they were hard like mine.” She gasped, her voice low and throaty. “My robes would be in the way and I’d throw them off so we can be skin to skin, finally. My breasts are so swollen they feel hot, and I push them against you. Can you feel them, Severus? Can you?”
“Hmm, so ripe and round; they fill my hands and I want to play with them, taste those hard puckered points like licking the cherry from a sundae,” He said, his voice dropping an octave. “I would vanish my trousers, then pull us both to the ground atop our scattered robes so that I can feel your body under me, hear you moan when I slide my hand to your sex. It’s so wet for me. Are you wet, my Hermione?”
“Oh, Yess!” she moaned into the wind, barely able to stand. “I want to pump your cock in my hands, feel how hot and thick it is, just for me! I want to suck it, run my tongue over it like a stick of candy, take you deep in my throat as you thrust in and out of my mouth.”
“So good,” he rasped, “but I want to be inside you. I pull you away and we lay back again, your thighs spread wide for me. I lower myself to you, push the head in just a little. You’d be so tight, so slick around my cock, love, I can hardly keep myself from burying it to the hilt in you!”
“Hmm, don’t!” she moaned, “Fill me up, Severus! I want to feel your thick cock stretching me, going deep with every stroke! I want to feel your weight on me, pressing me into the earth, your shoulders blotting out the stars as we fuck, harder and faster! Oh, gods, I’m going to come!”
“Do it, come for me! Let me see you come when I fuck you, my Hermione! Yes!”
“Severus! Oh, gods, yes! Yes!” She fell to her knees, there at the shore of the Black Lake, gasping and shaking her release, trembling as the waves of her orgasm crashed through her.
It was many minutes before he heard her breathing grow steady once more and saw her sit back on her heels as she collected herself. “Are you all right, Hermione?” He asked softly.
A small sob reached his ears and then she said, “Yes. Yes, I’m all right.” she carefully got to her feet. “I just wish we really could make love, Severus, just once more.”
“As do I, my love. You have no idea what that night before the battle meant to me, and still means to me.” He sighed, “but even this is so much more than I ever had in my life. I love you, Hermione, and I will wait for you for as long as it takes. You know that.”
“And I love you, Severus. When I finally am able to come to you, all this will seem like a mere moment in time, and we will be together forever.” She rustled in the night as she rearranged her robes. “The wind is getting colder, now.”
“Then you should go back. I would not wish you to catch a chill. Good night, my love.”
“Good night, Love. I will see you again, soon.” She picked her way along the shore and found the path back to Hogwarts’ main doors, carefully closing them behind her.
The ghost of Severus Snape looked up at the uncaring stars for a long time, before he faded back to that place where he waited for his still-living lover.
Finis
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A/N: What can I say? Alan Rickman’s voice does that to me. As someone once said: Any questions? Any answers? Anyone want a mint? Reviews and concrit gratefully accepted!