Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Severus and Hermione spent the next two hours trying to keep their hands off one another, but every so often, they would reach out, and each time, the mounting desire became too difficult to control.

"I need you, Hermione," he whispered huskily against her throat. She already had her hands slowly making their way down the front of his trousers when he moaned and gave himself over to her.

Severus pulled her flush against him. "Will you put your hand on me... underneath?" he asked nervously as he unbuttoned a couple of buttons on her shirt, just enough to get a fabulous view of her cleavage and the tops of her breasts.

Hermione grasped his hand and led him back into the mudroom. She didn't want Eugene catching them. She pushed him against a wall and dragged her fingers along his erection, massaging it through his clothes. His hands cupped her backside and lifted her from the floor. He breathed deeply into her cleavage, and he pushed himself harder into her hand. "I need this. I need you. Please," he whispered as he kissed the tops of her breasts.

"We'll be able to do more later when you join me in my bedroom," she whispered in his ear as she teased his calf with one sock-clad foot.

He placed her back onto the floor, nodding his head, and returned to kissing her mouth eagerly. His face was red, and he looked afraid.

"What's wrong?" she asked as she pulled from him.

"Nothing," he murmured as he continued to explore her body with his hands and eyes. Hermione slowly unbuttoned the row of tiny buttons on his trousers, and he started to tap his head back against the wall as he strained to keep his eyes closed. He had just started to gather the courage to dip his hand into her bra when he realized she was so close to skin-on-skin contact with the most sensitive and intimate part of his body. His breathing became a series of light gasping and choking sounds.

Hermione reached up on tiptoe and kissed along his Adam's apple gently as she slowly pulled his trousers apart and skimmed her hands along his underwear. His hands were on her upper arms, and they began to clench her painfully as she watched him try to maintain control.

"Let go, Severus," she whispered. "You need release. Don't be afraid, I'm here."

He opened his eyes and looked down at her full of lust and desire. Hermione didn't even know if he could hear her.

She slid her hand into his underwear and found that swollen, rigid part of him that needed to be inside of her. He gasped as his breath hitched. He jumped and stumbled against the bench when her hand touched the velvet smooth tip of his sex, and his body slid down to the bench, boneless, taking Hermione with him. Straddling him, kissing his face delicately, each touch was deliberate and slow. He started to explore her soft flesh again with his hands. His nimble fingers swiftly opened her blouse and ran his tongue up her cleavage passionately.

She gently glided her hand up and down his hard shaft. Soon, all could be heard was their gasping breath, intermingled, feeding off the other, silently begging for more pleasure.

Severus slid her bra off her one shoulder and exposed her milky breast. He teased her nipple with one finger as he eyed it appreciatively before taking it into his mouth. Hermione grabbed the back of his head, fisting his black hair, breathing her approval in quiet, gasps. She tightened her grip on his shaft, and he panted as he released her breast, "I-I can't stop!" he mumbled frantically into her ear.

"Don't stop," Hermione replied into his ear as she egged him on with a flick of her pink tongue. "Give in to it, Severus."

He shuddered and gasped again much more loudly, and Hermione clamped her hand against his mouth to mute the sound that threatened to roar from his mouth, and then he was out of breath and trembling, having spent himself. He looked into his Hermione's face and then let his eyes roam around each exposed part of her body. He swallowed, and Hermione watched his Adam's apple bob up and down. She didn't know why, she just loved it and needed to kiss it. As her lips made contact with his neck, she felt a hand reach into her hair, massaging it.

"Teach me," she heard him gasp, and Hermione looked up into his face. "Teach me to please you," he whispered again as his black eyes opened wide and innocent.

Hermione unbuttoned her pants and rose up on her knees. She took his hand and guided it inside her knickers. She placed his fingers on various places of her womanhood, murmuring into his ear what would happen if he chose to manipulate them a certain way. She pushed his two middle fingers into her channel, and he smiled as his eyes closed.

He leaned his head against the wall behind him. "That is the softest thing I have ever touched," he whispered. "Let me give you an orgasm, Hermione. I need to know I can do this to you."

Hermione positioned his hand securely and breathed what to do. She began to move and rock against him. Soon, she could feel his eyes burning into her, watching her face as it flushed and glistened. She placed her palms against the wall between his head.

"You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen," he whispered in awe.

"Touch my breast," she moaned softly.

He massaged one milky globe, pinching its pink tip as their eyes locked, frozen into place.

"Ahhh...oh my god!" she gasped quietly as her chest heaved. She could feel the perspiration on her forehead and her palms. She wanted to scream so badly; it was killing her.

Hermione peered into his face in a haze and saw the respect and shock in Severus' face at what was occurring on his lap. Soon, Hermione was whimpering and bucking wildly against him as she neared her peak. She grabbed his face and kissed him hungrily as she melted in his hand. She emptied her screams and groans in his eager mouth as she rode out her climax. She panted against his lips and tried to keep herself steady. She slumped against his shoulder and rested there against him as she caught her breath.

"That was wonderful," she crooned to him.

Severus was speechless as he held onto her with one hand. Hermione realized his fingers were still inside her. She shifted, and he was careful not to hurt her as she lifted off of him. Severus continued to sit there staring at his hand that just been inside her and looked up at Hermione in time to see her blush.

"Why are you blushing?" he asked. He looked at her in sheer amazement

"Because you're sitting there examining the hand that was inside my... knickers," she mumbled as she put her clothes back together.

"It felt incredible," he whispered as he continued to regard his hand. "You were so soft, moist, and hot. Then when you shuddered, I felt more moisture."

Hermione smiled as she patted down her hair. Severus just sat uncovered, still, and looking at her as if she were an angel. Hermione went over and began to help him back into his trousers and button them up. He looked at her with wide eyes that were shining and open.

"You're the most astounding woman I've ever known," he whispered as her face came close to his.

Hermione focused on his tiny black buttons and tried to think of what to say. "I'm not so special, Severus," she replied shyly. "I just did what women do." She felt his other hand lift her chin level with his eyes.

"Women don't do that to me. Women don't want me. The only ones who did, and they have been precious few, have been either insane, drunk, or used me for sport."

He stopped speaking and lowered his head and folded his hands in his lap. Hermione went to sit next to him, and she was suddenly whisked up and placed firmly on his lap. He rested his head on her shoulder and whispered low and sad as he enveloped her, "Oh, Hermione, I have been so lonely my whole life. I wanted so much to reach out and not have a woman freeze up in fear or disgust. You just don't know how much you have done for me. I feel like a little boy just realizing what mysterious creatures witches are."

Hermione rested her cheek on the top of his head and sighed. His arms wrapped around her tighter.

"Do you still want to make love?" he whispered.

"Yes," Hermione replied. "Do you still feel like it?"

He moved his head and looked at her. "I can't wait," he said as he nuzzled her cheek with his nose. "I hope I won't disappoint."

"You can't," Hermione said urgently. "Your feelings are real, and you love me. No matter what happens, it will be satisfying."

They remained together for a while, holding each other, and relishing in the quiet of the moment until they had to face their responsibilities and make sure Eugene had finished his homework and was put to bed.

***

Later, after all was still and quiet in the house, Hermione heard her bedroom door open softly.

"It's me," a deep voice answered her.

Hermione sat up in bed to watch Severus as he shrugged off his robe. His chest was magnificent. Thin and chiseled with barely any chest hair, he stood in his naked glory, watching Hermione take him in with her eyes.

She looked down lower at his narrow hips and sinewy legs. His erection stood out proudly as he continued to rest his black eyes on her. His arms were toned and strong. He had a body of a trim athlete. Hermione bit her lip and turned down the covers.

"Come in," she invited him.

He slid in quickly under the sheets and immediately reached out for her body, holding her close to him.

"Severus," she breathed as he moved to lie on top of her. He was solid, as she knew he would he. His hair tickled her eyes, and his nose kept bumping her cheek.

He's kissing me.

That was all Hermione could think as he fumbled his way around her clothes. He never stopped kissing her. She was sweating by the time her nightgown was pulled over her head and discarded onto the floor. She gently raked her nails across his back and sides.

Hermione.

It was the strangest sound she had ever heard. It was the most beautiful sound. It took her a few minutes after he had whispered it a couple more times to realize what it was.

Hermione.

Hermione.

It was the sound of Severus in ecstasy. It was lovelier than she had imagined. She sighed as he slid his hands over her entire body, caressing each dip and curve. His hands shook and trembled as he breathed into her ear to open her thighs wider.

Please.

She could never refuse him anything with such a plea as that. He cradled the back of her neck and kissed down her cleavage. He delicately brushed her mound of curls and carefully pushed a finger inside her. Hermione gasped.

"This is it, right?" he breathed.

"Uh-huh," she moaned.

He kissed her deeply, pushing his finger in and out of her. She reached down and moved his thumb on top of her nubbin. As he swirled and familiarized himself again with this new discovery, Hermione groaned.

Severus.

She saw the outline of his head snap up as she moaned his name. She felt him struggle to place his manhood to her waiting flesh. He was breathing hard now. Hermione held herself still so he could find his way. The tip of his cock touched her wetness, and he shuddered and quaked. He gripped her tightly as he bit back a roar and sank his mouth onto Hermione's neck, spilling his seed against her inner thigh.

"I-I am sorry, Miss Granger," he said in a detached voice as he made to leave her bed.

"No!" she whispered in protest as she held him to her. "It's okay. It's normal. Let me hold you."

It was amazing as he lowered his quivering body onto hers. He was perspiring and weak as a kitten. He rested his head on one of her breasts as he stroked the outside of the other pink-colored tip.

"You are so lovely," he whispered as he focused on her crinkled nipple. "Why me...I haven't done anything to deserve you. I'm sorry I ruined it."

Hermione lovingly stroked his hair. "Severus, you just need time. You've already surpassed all of my experience. Instinctively, you are a good lover. In time, you will be a fabulous one."

"Am I? You wouldn't lie to me and then complain when I'm not around, would you?"

Hermione giggled and her breasts moved. He looked up into her face, and she hoped the glorious thoughts floating in her head were shining through to her face, reaching out and reassuring him.

"Your eyes are sparkling," he whispered.

Hermione smiled. "You have touched my heart," she whispered as she caressed his face, her thumbs stroking the sides of his nose and her fingers running across his cheeks and into his hair.

"What did you mean by 'instinctively'?" he asked suspiciously.

"Well," Hermione considered as she raised one arm behind her head. "Some wizards...even those who haven't been virgins in years...still would jump on a witch and ride her like she was a broom at the Quidittch World Cup."

"So, Krum was your first?"

"No, you prat!" she snapped as she smacked him.

He laughed and held her close.

"I wasn't even sixteen!" she protested.

"Forgive me, Hermione. The analogy was far too much to pass upon," he admitted.

"Well, at least, I'm happy you've improved your mind and stopped deriding yourself," she said seductively.

"Miss Granger, were you like this when you were my student?" he asked pointedly. "Was Rita Skeeter truly onto something?"

"NO!" she hissed as she smacked him again.

"Ow!" he said. "I never knew physical violence was a part of foreplay. Do you normally beat wizards who sleep with you?"

She snickered. "Only if they've been very naughty," she murmured.

Severus looked at her appreciatively. "Enough talk about the old days. I'm ready for another approach." He climbed back up and held her to him, kissing her deeply.

She flipped them over, and she rose to straddle him. She shook out her hair, running her hands through it. It was long now. Long, full, rich brown hair that spilled down her back. Severus glided his hands up her belly to her full, luscious globes. He closed his eyes as Hermione swiveled and rocked him gently. He was growing desperately hard as she teased him, and his breathing became shallow.

"How do you want it?" she asked seductively.

He swallowed and opened his mouth to speak, but he couldn't.

"Do you want it hard and deep?" she whispered huskily. "Do you want to be as deep inside me as you possibly can?"

Yes.

There was the voice. The sound Hermione was learning that meant he was beyond rational thought.

She could make him scream. She wanted to... badly.

She made to lower herself onto the swollen flesh that demanded relief as Severus moaned and tried to breathe normally. He quickly turned them over, and he slowly pressed his cock inside her.

"Not like that. Not for my first time. I have wanted to feel a woman underneath me for so long."

A growl from his throat escaped, and he fell forward against her neck to swallow his shouts. He thrust into her aching flesh that needed to be filled and taken.

Hermione could feel the tension in him. He was holding back for her. She closed her eyes as she nuzzled his freshly washed hair with her nose. She had been afraid to counter his movements. She didn't want him to lose control again so soon. Now, she couldn't arrest her own body's response. It needed to move with his, as if they had been created to join solely for the fulfillment of the other. Severus ground into her depths as she lifted upwards to feel the delicious friction that slowly penetrated her mind, opening the secret depths of pleasure and decadent yearning that had lain dormant all this time.

She cried out as she began to climax, and he covered her mouth with his own as he continued to thrust inside her deeply, taking control of her movements as he grasped the underside of her sweaty thighs as an anchor for his ardor. He pushed her knees to her chest as he rigidly jerked within her, signaling his release.

Stay with me, the voice said.

He kissed her then, hard and frantic, and she kissed him just as eagerly. He tore his lips away from hers to plead with her once more.

Don't leave me! he cried out.

He moaned, and his whole body stiffened as he emptied into her. They collapsed together, his body covering hers. Hermione felt hazy and sated. The ability to think left her. The man on top of her as a virgin had taken her places Ron had never taken her, even after their virginity had been distant memories. Hermione smiled and stroked her lover's hair, and he hummed appreciatively.

***

They snuggled together, huddled in each other's warmth.

"Tell me how it was before," he asked. "What was it like your first time."

Hermione tapped her lips with a finger thoughtfully. "Making love," she explained, "should be about mutual giving and taking. I have had only one lover, and his definition wasn't that. The first month was terrible. I bled every time. The first time was terrible. He finished fast and held me, apologizing for it hurting so much. He promised it would get better. However, I realized he really got off on my pain. I think he thought it was a sign of his virility, penis size, or perhaps that I was extra virginal because I was 'so tight,' or some rot like that. It was just miserable, but he told the truth, it did get better. I started to have orgasms, and to his credit, he made sure I had them. But I realized he was never going to change. Hard and fast, done in five minutes. It was physically satisfying, but emotionally, it was empty, and I felt used. I promised myself I wouldn't do that again if I took another lover."

Severus frowned. "I will never understand the way some wizards treat their witches. Never tell me who he is, Hermione. I would kill him knowing he made you suffer," he whispered angrily.

Hermione stroked his chest and arm, trying to soothe and calm him. "Tell me about the girl you kissed," she asked softly. "It couldn't have been Lily, you said the girl was fifteen when you were sixteen."

As soon as she finished speaking, she knew she had made a gross error. His face turned to stone, and his body stiffened in rage. He fixed his eyes straight ahead and said, "Remember when I told you that the women who have ever wanted me were either insane, drunk, or used me for a dare?"

"Yes," Hermione whispered.

"The insane one was Bellatrix Lestrange. I told her I wouldn't fuck her with James Potter's dick...this was before the Dark Lord killed him. Then Sybil Trelawney was the drunk one. Of course, she was just disgusted and made a huge display of her revulsion of me the next day when she was sober. I think that was more humiliating than her touching my bollocks. However, by far, the most damaging was after Lily had ended our friendship.

"There was this girl, a Hufflepuff. She was the school vixen. She was beautiful and had a body that would make a young wizard hard as granite just by brushing past her in the hallway. Every wizard at Hogwarts secretly wanted her. Her name was Isobel. She would walk by me for days with a wink or a smile. It was embarrassing and also stimulating at the same time. I imagined being with her and that perhaps she liked me, wanted to be with me as much I wanted to be with her.

"After a month of her flirting, I was primed anytime I saw her. Then one evening she came to me, took my hand, and pulled me into a dark hallway. She kissed me, and I responded eagerly. Then there was laughing. The lights came on and there was Potter and Black, just pointing and laughing with a whole bunch of Gryffindors. I thought, 'Let them laugh. Isobel wants me. Then I'll show them when I am walking around with her on my arm'!"

He was starting to breathe heavily, and Hermione grew worried. She saw tears in the corner of his eye. "I turned to her, and she was laughing with them! She walked over to the others and said to me as some dunderhead seventh-year Hufflepuff draped his arm around her, 'You're so easy to toy with, Snivellus. Next time, don't be so eager...it's just pathetic.'"

Hermione gasped as he looked at her with pained eyes.

"Those bastards!" she hissed. "And her! That piece of baggage...she was so cruel. That must have crushed you."

"I was humiliated. I not only had experienced my first kiss, but I went from feeling like I was soaring to the heights only to find myself hurtling towards the earth. I felt I would just die inside; it had all been so calculating and heartless. I decided that all witches were cunning, manipulative beings whose only true desire was to make wizards look weak and stupid."

"Had Lily been there that day?" Hermione asked quietly.

"No," he whispered soberly. "She heard about it, though, and tried to talk to me. She approached me, and I winced. I was so hurt and distrusting, I thought she was there to plunge the final dagger in my back. She tried to reach me and say she was so sorry Potter and Black did what they had done to me. Nevertheless, I remember sneering at her and saying coolly, 'It's quite all right. After all, it's not like they used Dark magic. So, why should I feel slighted'?"

Severus sighed as he continued. "She opened her mouth to speak, and I pitied her. I knew I had been right. She thought the pain they caused could never be placed alongside what the Slytherins were doing. I think she knew then that she had done me...us...a disservice. She had judged me, so I judged her. She never looked at me again. I just stood there looking bored and smug, so above it all, looking at her as if she were an insect with no meaning to me."

"Did it make it better, treating her that way?" she asked him softly.

His fingers played with the frays of her blanket, all the while concentrating on his task and not looking at her. "Of course not. It made it all worse. Revenge, they say, is best served cold. However, I believe revenge is best served swiftly and consumed in great haste, for it spoils so quickly."