Chapter 24

A/N: Here are the promised lemons that some have ask for! I hope you enjoy Severus and Hermione's reunion. Again, thanks to my awesome betas, luvsev and WriterMerrin :)

October 1981

Hermione sat in her flat and watched the children walking up and down the street. It was funny; Deidre had said how the American tradition of "trick-or-treating" had carried over into the British culture.

"Personally, I tend to favor Guy Fawkes Night. At least you get a bonfire, fireworks, some lager, and there's always someone to snog!" she mused whilst painting her nails.

Hermione smiled faintly, wondering what was happening. She had already planned her leaving. As far as Deidre and her father knew, she was moving to the States to look up a long-lost aunt of her mother's. They had been excited for her that she was finally going to have a family. She built up a very happy scenario in their minds about her future. She had thought of Obliviating them, but too much time had passed. Besides, if things ever got too bad, she would need a place to run away and hide. Hermione didn't think many people would take too kindly to her showing up after all this time. As far as they all knew, she could be dead. Only Dumbledore had known she was alive. But after last month's stunt with Lucius Malfoy and Severus, anyone could know now.

She even wondered if Lily and James had married. She had absolutely no clue what reality she would be walking into tomorrow. She had tried to sleep, but around 4:00 a.m. she couldn't stay away; she knew it was over, she felt it in her blood. She jumped off of her bed and wedged the loose floorboard open under her dresser and pulled out her wand. She shrunk her bags into her cloak that she had kept over the years, hidden out of sight. She took a deep breath and looked in the mirror. She wondered what Severus would say when he saw her. She wondered if he would even be at Hogwarts.

She closed her eyes and focused on Hogwarts with all her might. She spun, and in a blink of an eye, she was there. She could hear distant sounds of singing and chattering from Hogsmeade. Everyone must be celebrating, she thought. She began to walk towards the castle nervously. When she finally reached the large oak doors, there was Dumbledore with his arms outstretched. She ran and embraced him, and when she opened her eyes, there was Severus, waiting, midway into the light. Anyone else might not have recognized him, but she would know him anywhere.

She slowly made her way towards him, and he towards her. They embraced and cried. Severus pulled her face towards him and he kissed her.

"Please, tell me you are back?" he whispered. "Tell me I've not lost you?"

"No," she cried as she held onto him tightly. "I didn't know if you would be here. I was so afraid! Even when I saw you last month, I still didn't know what to think. You hurt me so much! I was afraid all the time..." she stopped talking and broke down, sobbing on his shoulder.

"It's over, for now," he whispered. "They all think he's gone forever, but Dumbledore and I know the truth. I don't know how much time, but at least there will be some peace."

"There is so much I need to tell you," Hermione began.

"No," he said softly as he placed a finger on her lips. "There will be a time for that. Now, I want to take you to my home."

"Spinner's End?" she asked surprised.

"No, here," he replied. "I am Potions master here now. I started in September. I didn't have the time to tell you. I was working as a spy for Dumbledore and an opening came up here at Hogwarts. I will remain here teaching...well, I can tell you all about it later, but for now, I want to take you to my rooms...that is if you still want me." He lowered his head as if he were anticipating the worst.

Hermione turned towards Dumbledore, and he smiled while gesturing her to go on with Severus.

Hermione's hand found Severus', and he held it tightly in his own as he wordlessly led her down to the dungeons. "You must be wondering about all the celebrating, or are you?" he asked strangely. "I found it odd that Albus was expecting you, although I do get a strange feeling at times the old bugger is omniscient," he said wryly.

Hermione laughed. "Severus, like you said, there will be a time for all that. Now is not that time," she said seductively.

They reached his rooms, and he led her silently into the bedroom. He pulled Hermione close to him and whispered, "What is the time for now?"

"It's time for us, Severus. For you and me to finally be together. Everything else can wait," she whispered.

"Just one thing, Hermione," he said with his head hung low. "I hurt you so much, and I made you feel abandoned when I never came to the infirmary after saying those terrible things. But I have loved you all this time."

He looked up and held her eyes with his own. "I was such a fool. You were right. She never loved me. No one has ever loved me like you have." He kissed her desperately then as his hands cupped her face.

Hermione kissed him in return as their hands shook from anticipation. After all this time, from the moment Severus had sneaked into her room in Spinner's End, kissing her on the cheek, and the next night, taking her into that record booth, playing that love song of years ago, to all the passion-filled interludes watching the other pleasure themselves they shared in private, hiding from everyone, it had now come down to this night.

Silently, they shed their clothes, looking and admiring everything their eyes drank in. They slowly reached for each other and sighed at the connection of their bare skin. Severus reached down and swiftly picked her up and laid her down on his bed.

Hermione felt the tears slide down her face. All these years, finally they were able to express what they never could. He wiped away her tears and kissed the trail they made down her face. He moved his hands all over her, admiring her full breasts and firm legs. He kissed his way down to her cleavage and toyed with her nipples as he worked his way downward. Hermione was nervous. A part of her had never dared to dream she would be able to be with Severus this way. He parted her labia, and she felt his breath tickle her just before he lowered his mouth on her.

"Oh, yes!" she breathed. "Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes!" she continued to groan in anticipation.

He paused and kissed the tender skin of her inner thighs, slowly. He groaned appreciatively. He skimmed his fingers across in a pattern over the satiny skin and said before lowering his head to please her again, "I always knew you would be so soft there."

She felt his lips and tongue on her, teasing, exploring, tasting. He discovered many delights there. He pushed his tongue inside her and then his finger, feeling her flimsy barrier she had saved for him. Then there was that little pearl of nerves that made her giggle and blush. He had noticed this before whilst watching her touch herself during one of the few interludes during school. He wrapped his lips around it, teasing her with his tongue.

She came and squealed as she grasped the bars of his headboard above her. She felt him work his way back up slowly as she lazily recovered from the most explosive orgasm she had ever experienced. He kissed and nipped his way back up her body, taking his time to suckle and cup her breasts appreciatively. Hermione felt a hot hardness dragging along her thigh as he rose over her.

She reached down and tenderly grasped the soft, velvet hardness in her hand. Severus was shaking and panting as she teased him with her fingers. She ran her other hand down his back to his arse. As she squeezed him, she realized how taut it was.

"Hermione, I can't tell you how long I will last. I've never done this before," he said against her throat, his breath ragged.

"It's okay, I've never done it either," she groaned as he began to thrust into her hand. She led him to where she ached for him to be and snuggled him with her sex.

His mouth was open, and he choked for a second or two as his body jerked involuntarily. "You are so warm. I never thought it would feel so warm!" he murmured in her ear.

"I'm sorry," he whispered as he drove inside her.

A ragged sound forced its way from Hermione's throat. Severus was breathing hard as he lay still on top of her.

"Did you...?" she asked timidly after a minute.

He balanced himself upright onto his elbows and knees. His cock was thickly embedded inside her. "No," he groaned. "I wanted to give you a minute. Are you okay?"

"Yes," she said nervously. "What do I do?" she whispered.

"At this point, I'm just praying you like it," he replied honestly with a hint of fear in his voice.

He began to move, and Hermione hitched her legs behind his thighs, pushing upwards to brush her clit against his pelvis. She discovered a delicious sensation when she kept herself lifted up.

"Severus, put your hand on my arse, lift me!" she breathed. He did and soon she was moaning.

"This can't be real, this is so good!" she groaned.

"Yes!" he panted as he began to pump inside her feverishly. She looked over as he was propped up on one hand next to her head while the other cupped her arse. He was straining to push himself in as deeply as he could. He was glistening with sweat, and his hair had swung to one side, so she could see how flushed his face was with lust and desire.

"You feel incredible!" he exclaimed as he continued to pound inside her.

Hermione felt the friction inside her driving her higher and higher to a feeling that threatened to take her over. She felt a burst that set her body afire.

"Severus!" she screamed as she arched her back, giving everything over to him. "More! Yes!"

"Oh, my...Hermione!" he roared as he exploded inside her.

***

It was six o'clock, and Hermione felt as though she was as dry as a desert. She was positive Severus had expended every drop of moisture in her body. The wizard was a beast, and she loved it. She looked over at the sleeping panther that was Severus Snape and wondered if she had been wise in keeping him "without" for so long. The wizard had needs...a lot of needs...that kept her in a suspended state of bliss as her friend and lover acquainted himself with her more private parts. She smiled as she remembered how many times in two hours they had satisfied those needs.

She must have slept again because the next thing she knew, it was eight o'clock and she was experiencing a wonderful, hard throbbing massaging itself against her clit. She smiled as she heard a familiar panting in her ear. She opened her eyes and gently found an earlobe to flick with her tongue.

"Oh, fuck!" exclaimed the sexiest voice on earth, and soon they were wrestling for dominance. In a flash, she was faced with burning black eyes. His body was tense and primed. He stared at her without a word.

She bit her lower lip and gasped as he clutched her waist tightly with one arm. She lowered her eyes and began to rub her pussy against the length of his cock.

He watched her as she worked herself into a frenzy. He slammed into her, making her shudder underneath him, and he pushed his hand under her head, kissing and sucking at her neck as he stroked deftly inside her. She began to make sweet, small cries that she knew now drove him crazy with lust.

"Yes, good girl, cry for me," he whispered in her ear.

"Please fuck me, Severus, please!" she cried out softly.

He did and, as far as she knew, didn't stop until it was eleven o'clock in the morning.

***

They sat in bed, naked, eating ravenously. He kept staring at her whenever he thought she wasn't looking. She did the same to him. Soon they were blushing and laughing at the silliness of the moment. They started to talk about old times, memories of lazy summer days, and happier times at Spinner's End, stolen moments where he would share his latest developments in his Potions book.

"You prat! I was so mortified," she said, trying to sound upset as they talked about the night he performed the Levicorpus spell he created on her.

"I can't believe you didn't hex me," he said while shaking his head. "I got such a hard-on watching you wriggle around trying to cover your knickers," he confided.

"You did?" she breathed as she felt her face grow warm.

He reached over and stroked her face. "I can't believe you are here. Hermione, we're going to be so happy! You and I can stay here...if you want, I can apprentice you, or you can apprentice with Minerva, you were always so good at Transfiguration. Albus said everything is going to be fine. I may have to spend a week or two in Azkaban, but knowing you're here and will be waiting for me when I get back will make it all bearable!" he exclaimed in a rush.

His face changed, and his smile faded. "D-do you still l-love me?" he stammered. "After everything I put you through?"

"Yes, Severus," she breathed. "I love you, I will always love you, darling," she said as she kissed his lips softly.

"I guess we need to meet with Albus," she said slowly.

Severus banished the food off the blanket and lowered Hermione onto the bed. "Not until the morning, sweet," he whispered. "Today, you and I get to do anything we want." He began to nibble on her neck.

"I take it all you would like to do today is me," she guessed sarcastically.

"Mmm hmm" was his reply as he began to slide his hands from her waist up to cup her breasts in his hands.

He flipped her over onto her stomach and yanked her back into him by her waist.

"Oh, my!" she said shocked as he began to massage her bum appreciatively.

He reached around and rolled her nipples with his fingers. Soon she was wiggling her backside against his hardening prick. With a growl, he plunged inside her, and she screamed with delight.

"This was what I wanted to do that night I saw you in your knickers!" he groaned as he continued to pump into her from behind.

Hermione thought of that day, of how she was pulling on her skirt to cover her privates as he stared while apologizing profusely.

"You dirty boy!" she mock-chided him. Actually, it turned her on strangely. She was feeling decadent as he began to build the orgasm inside her.

"Tell me," she said deeply and wantonly, "did you go back to your bed and masturbate to seeing my snatch through my little knickers?"

He growled and leaned over her, still fucking her, whispering, "Yes."

His confession made her come, calling his name desperately as he ground into her fiercely until he was jerking in spasms, grunting obscenities into her ear.

That was so dirty! she thought naughtily. She sighed audibly in satisfaction, and Severus murmured in agreement.

"I love you, Hermione Snape," he whispered as he fell asleep.

Hermione's head perked up, and she turned to face him. He was softly snoring with a happy look on his face. Hermione snuggled into him and smelled his scent. Home. I'm home, she thought as she fell asleep.