Wanting Her
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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Adult +
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Wanting Her
He almost flys through his quarters, the headmasters quarters, brow furrowed, curses falling from his chapped lips. Severus quickly shrugs his lean frame from the voluminous robes that act as his armour against a world slowly going crazy.
Stepping into the shower he sighs as the needle-sharp jets of hot water hit his shoulders, coalescing to pour over the rest of his body, wrapping him with warmth. Closing his eyes, he is lost to the sensations of white hot pain and soothing pleasure. The warmth easing away the tension in his shoulders. It’s been a hell of a week. Complete. Utter. Hell.
Not only has he been pulled in front of the Dark Lord to answer questions about the Golden Trio and explain why they haven’t been found yet, he’s also had to hand-deliver Gryffindor’s sword to the hapless wonder who’s supposed to save them all from the Darkness that lurks everywhere.
His time with Hermione had been far too short. He’d given her the pendant, a talisman of sorts and then he’d had to leave feeling like shit about himself and the untenable situation they were in. All he really wanted to do was hold her, but whenever they got close he was aware of The Snatcher’s who were attempting to trail the trio, and it hurt. He cared too much for her, played his part too well. The tightrope he was walking was being stretch thinner every time he visited her. One slip, one careless visit, and it would all be for nought. He hated how he was being pulled in three directions now instead of just two. He hated that he couldn't truly be angry at her, it wasn’t her fault that they had fallen for each other, he should have know better, should have sent her away.
Severus let out a groan of anger as he washed his hair, scraping his scalp with far more hatred than was necessary. If he was truly honest with himself, he knew why it had affected him so much. He loved her too much. There was just something about her...the way she seemed to understand him, how she acted around him, how she treated him...the things she felt for him.
She’d willingly permitted him to use Legilimency on her when he’d doubted her feelings for him. He’d witnessed a select group of memories, and as he rinsed his hair with less force than earlier one in particular came back to him. She was laid on her bed, thinking about him, playing with her clit, sticking two fingers into her cunt, his name falling effortlessly from her lips. He felt guilty as his brain encouraged him to wonder what it would feel like to lie between those same thighs, to finger her, to taste her, to fuck her with abandonment.
He could see her now. Her hand would slowly caress her delicate skin as it trailed its way down her taut stomach, silently slipping beneath her knickers, before rub the wetness there that he'd somehow been lucky enough to touch, along her folds, over her clit, before finally dipping inside her. She'd moan and make those delicious little noises she made. Her back would arch, pushing her breasts forward and his name would fall from her lips.
He ignored the guilt that wound in his belly as he gripped his hard cock. Leaning forward, head rested against the cool tiles as the warm water continued to pour over him; he began to tug his cock. He bit his lip to silence his moan of desire, remembering how good her fingers had felt wrapped around him, how wonderfully she had bit and kissed his throat.
A whimper slipped from his lips as his hand began to work his cock faster, pumping up and down, tugging harshly. He didn’t give a rat’s arse how long he lasted, because all that mattered, all he cared about at this particular moment in time was the intense burning that signalled his approaching orgasm. All his pent up tension would go away and maybe just maybe he’d get a decent amount of sleep tonight.
With a silent scream of her name, he spilt his seed on the floor of the shower. Biting his lip he pumped every last drop from his shuddering body, watching as it whirled around the drain before disappearing from view. Severus felt a small trace of guilt wash over him again as he licked his lips, tasting a metallic hint as he soothed where he’d bitten. The thoughts, the guilt... Hermione deserved more than he could offer... She was too... something. Something he couldn’t put his finger on in his post-orgasmic stupor. She was his hope, his reason to fight, his something that he doubted he would ever get enough of.
Stepping into the shower he sighs as the needle-sharp jets of hot water hit his shoulders, coalescing to pour over the rest of his body, wrapping him with warmth. Closing his eyes, he is lost to the sensations of white hot pain and soothing pleasure. The warmth easing away the tension in his shoulders. It’s been a hell of a week. Complete. Utter. Hell.
Not only has he been pulled in front of the Dark Lord to answer questions about the Golden Trio and explain why they haven’t been found yet, he’s also had to hand-deliver Gryffindor’s sword to the hapless wonder who’s supposed to save them all from the Darkness that lurks everywhere.
His time with Hermione had been far too short. He’d given her the pendant, a talisman of sorts and then he’d had to leave feeling like shit about himself and the untenable situation they were in. All he really wanted to do was hold her, but whenever they got close he was aware of The Snatcher’s who were attempting to trail the trio, and it hurt. He cared too much for her, played his part too well. The tightrope he was walking was being stretch thinner every time he visited her. One slip, one careless visit, and it would all be for nought. He hated how he was being pulled in three directions now instead of just two. He hated that he couldn't truly be angry at her, it wasn’t her fault that they had fallen for each other, he should have know better, should have sent her away.
Severus let out a groan of anger as he washed his hair, scraping his scalp with far more hatred than was necessary. If he was truly honest with himself, he knew why it had affected him so much. He loved her too much. There was just something about her...the way she seemed to understand him, how she acted around him, how she treated him...the things she felt for him.
She’d willingly permitted him to use Legilimency on her when he’d doubted her feelings for him. He’d witnessed a select group of memories, and as he rinsed his hair with less force than earlier one in particular came back to him. She was laid on her bed, thinking about him, playing with her clit, sticking two fingers into her cunt, his name falling effortlessly from her lips. He felt guilty as his brain encouraged him to wonder what it would feel like to lie between those same thighs, to finger her, to taste her, to fuck her with abandonment.
He could see her now. Her hand would slowly caress her delicate skin as it trailed its way down her taut stomach, silently slipping beneath her knickers, before rub the wetness there that he'd somehow been lucky enough to touch, along her folds, over her clit, before finally dipping inside her. She'd moan and make those delicious little noises she made. Her back would arch, pushing her breasts forward and his name would fall from her lips.
He ignored the guilt that wound in his belly as he gripped his hard cock. Leaning forward, head rested against the cool tiles as the warm water continued to pour over him; he began to tug his cock. He bit his lip to silence his moan of desire, remembering how good her fingers had felt wrapped around him, how wonderfully she had bit and kissed his throat.
A whimper slipped from his lips as his hand began to work his cock faster, pumping up and down, tugging harshly. He didn’t give a rat’s arse how long he lasted, because all that mattered, all he cared about at this particular moment in time was the intense burning that signalled his approaching orgasm. All his pent up tension would go away and maybe just maybe he’d get a decent amount of sleep tonight.
With a silent scream of her name, he spilt his seed on the floor of the shower. Biting his lip he pumped every last drop from his shuddering body, watching as it whirled around the drain before disappearing from view. Severus felt a small trace of guilt wash over him again as he licked his lips, tasting a metallic hint as he soothed where he’d bitten. The thoughts, the guilt... Hermione deserved more than he could offer... She was too... something. Something he couldn’t put his finger on in his post-orgasmic stupor. She was his hope, his reason to fight, his something that he doubted he would ever get enough of.