I See You
Chapter 8 of 40
AuretteSeverus learns, Hermione discovers.
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Thank you so much to those that have left reviews; I just want to assure a few of you that this story is complete in forty chapters and will not be abandoned! :)
"I want more," I said. My voice sounded so different, huskier. He made a strangled noise and threw his arm up over his face.
"I'm so sorry--" he started to say, but I hushed him with my hand on his lips.
"Don't be. I am pleased. We have all night." I tried to be reassuring, but he just made a disgusted sound and rolled away from me, his shoulders hunched up as if expecting a blow to fall.
"I am too old," he said. His voice was resigned. I could tell he just wanted this night to be over so he could go lick the wounds of his injured pride. Men in general weren't a mystery to me.
"I have skills... and there are potions..." Even I could hear the pleading tone in my voice. "If you want, that is." I took his hand away from his face and brought it up to mine, nuzzling my cheek into his palm.
He rolled back and sat up. He caressed my cheek and ran his hand up into my hair.
"Hermione," he said sadly, "I am not good enough for you."
"You said the choices would be mine," I said. "I chose how you make me feel."
"How do I make you feel?"
"Alive."
His hand curled around my neck and pulled me in to his chest. His other arm curled up around my back, and he started to pull me into his lap but stopped. He scowled and reached for his wand on the side table and cleaned up the mess in his lap before shifting up against the headboard and finally settling me against his chest. He rubbed my back and shoulders with one hand, stroking my hair with the other. In the dim light, I concentrated on his breathing and his scent. His warm body surrounded me, and I felt safe. Cherished. I looked up to see him staring at me with wonder in his eyes.
"You are so beautiful."
I felt like a fraud. I struggled up out of his grip until I was straddling his thighs so I could look straight into his bewildered face.
"No. I'm not. There are charms on these rooms..." my voice trailed off as he started to chuckle.
"I would be a poor wizard indeed if I couldn't cancel out a localized atmospheric charm, Hermione. I see you. You are beautiful." My hand flew up to my hair. "Yes, even that bushy mess. It is charming in its own way." He reached up and pulled a lock straight and let go, watching as it sprang back up. I watched his eyes as he stared at me. I saw bemusement as he looked at my hair. Yearning, when his glance skimmed my cheeks. And when his eyes settled on my lips, I saw desire. His gaze lifted up to mine, and when our eyes met, I saw his burst into flame. I felt an answering fire deep in my belly.
"What do you need, woman? Teach me how to please you." His voice was husky.
"Take off your shirt," I answered, shifting farther back on his legs.
He smirked and set to unbuttoning his cuffs. He only unbuttoned a few of the buttons in the front before reaching back and pulling his shirt over his head. I took it from him and buried my face in the soft cloth to capture his smell. I liked the way he smelled when he was clean. I looked up to see him still smirking. His chest was pale with few hairs scattered between his pectoral muscles and around his nipples which stood out either from the chill of nakedness or from me. I wanted it to be from me. I leaned in and placed soft kisses across his chest until I reached a nipple and then teased it with my tongue. His hand came up and clutched at the back of my head. His grip was strong, fierce, but he made no sound. I ran my hands down his chest; even rippled with scars, his skin was unbelievably soft.
I shifted back and up so I was on my knees over him. I kept my eyes on his as I reached up and pushed the straps of my negligee off my shoulders, the robe of the peignoir falling with it. I watched as he licked his lips, and his mouth dropped open. As I slowly revealed my breasts to him, a part of me smirked. Again, I thrilled to the fact that the loathsome Potions master was an ordinary man undone by the chance to get close to some tits. And undone he was, his eyes were glassy and his face was flushed. His hands clenched rhythmically on the backs of my thighs. When fully revealed, his eyes darted back and forth across them as it trying to memorize them. His breathing was very shallow. Finally his eyes darted up to mine, either seeking permission or asking for instruction.
"Kiss them."
As if my words released a spell he sprang into action. His hands raced up my body and around to take hold while his mouth plunged in. He kissed and licked and nibbled while his hands kneaded and thumbs flicked. Only a few times did it become apparent that he had never done this before, but I was gentle with my admonishments and encouragements, and he was a very fast learner. His arms circled my waist and pulled me closer as he started to emit little growls that turned me on even more; I had never enjoyed this so much. His hands slid down my back until he cupped my arse and squeezed. I felt his legs shift under me, and then he was lifting me up and back until I was laying on my back with him looming over me, mouth still fastened to my right breast. My legs were sprawled on either side of his hips while his hands pulled me up along his thighs, until I felt his hard length pressing into my center. I throbbed.
As if coming up from deep waters he lifted his body up and looked down on me. I have never seen a sexier sight than Severus on fire. Although he was the same man he as before, the fog of my own lust made him wondrous to look at, his white marble skin contrasted with his long black hair, open trousers settled low on his hips. His face was fierce and glorious, and yet his eyes were still unsure and questioning as he grabbed a handful of my garments and started to tug them farther down. I nodded my permission and he pulled everything off, lifting my legs up together and resting my calves on his shoulder when he was done. I was completely naked and open to his view. I felt the shudder run through his entire frame as he wrapped both arms around my legs and rested his cheek against them.
"So beautiful," he rasped out.
I pulled my legs apart and dropped them on either side of his hips.
"I want you, Severus."
He groaned long and loud as he lifted up onto his knees and shoved down his trousers and pants. His engorged cock bobbed up and down, weeping fluid. I smirked at the sight.
"Old man, indeed," I said. He just grunted in response as he settled over me. He kissed my belly and then up to my breasts, skimming little kisses over my collarbone. He lifted up and gave me a measured look before passing my lips to kiss my cheek and ear. I could feel his hands fumbling to find my opening with his cock and angled my pelvis to help. He found it and slid in.
"Ahhh, gods!" he cried and then went still on top of me. He was so hard. Even the slight discomfort of his sharp hipbones digging into me couldn't take the focus away from how complete I felt. When he started to pump into me, I felt a rush of fluid. I had never been so wet. The loud groans he seemed helpless to prevent turned me on until I was practically screaming in counterpoint.
"Ohhh, gods, Hermione, you feel so good!" He was pounding into me with abandon now, and I felt myself starting to fly apart. Sweat dripped off him and rolled down my side. I reached down and started to rub myself with fast little strokes, and at one loud, strained groan from him, I felt my soul launch itself into space. I keened as my orgasm took me and it doubled in intensity when I heard him scream.
"Yes! Oh... shite... yesss... AhhhUNGH!" I could feel the pulsing throb deep inside me as he came. His weight crashed down onto me, and I rolled us to the side slightly. That was all I had the energy to do. We were both asleep within moments.
At some point in the night, we stirred enough for me to shove him off my numb leg, and for him to kick his trousers and pants off his ankles. We turned around so our heads were back on the pillows, and I nestled back into his belly as he pulled the duvet over both of us. He grabbed a possessive handful of breast and kissed the top of my head before we both slid back into dreams. Neither of us had spoken a word.
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Latest 25 Reviews for The Princess of Gryffindor
597 Reviews | 6.94/10 Average
I agree with Mick42 in the sense that I don't like the Voldemort won/everyone's dead/Hermione's a whore stories. I avoid them like the plague. I decided to give this one a go based on the reviews. I was very, very skeptical. There were aspects to the writing that I didn't like, such as it being written in first person, but the memorial scene alone made it well worth the read. I may have shed a tear (or 10).
Wow...just wow. Now I know why all of these other reviewers have shed a tear. I am a mess. Still smiling tho'! Captivating read. Kudos!
Yay, all finished. It's been a while since I've read this, so I had forgotten a lot of the details in the ending chapters, but I still love it as much as I did the first time I read it. You have my in tears reading the end couple of chapters now, but that's terribly easy to do to a pregnant woman, so don't worry too much lol.
I just love Snape, have I ever mentioned that? I do. And it's stuff like this in stories- him vowing to protect Hermione- that make me love him even more..
This is one I've read before, on ffnet I think, but I have to read it here too, it just seems impossible not to reread your favorite stories when you come across them somewhere. The bonus is that you already know you love the story, even if you can't remember all the details between point A and A.D.
My dear Aurette,I have spent half of yesterday and all of today re-reading this unbelievable story. Half of the time, I've been a sobbing, sopping mess - when S&H were gathering forces and found people who were still alive, the whole Harry and Ron speaking to Hermione from the great beyond, the memorial scene (holy crap, talk about sobbing!), reuniting with Minerva's ghost, and the list goes on. I love the plot of the story. I love your numerous OCs. I love how the young DEs revolt. I love how forces from all sides join together to fight the Dark Lord. I love the romance between S&H. I love how utterly vulnerable he is to her, and she to him. I love how wizarding society hero-worships Snape in the end. I love So Many Things about this story. If my heart could take it, I'd start it all over again, but I really wasn't exaggerating when I said I was sobbing half the time I was reading. This might sound odd, but reading this today, US Memorial Day, just makes it seem even more poignant. But I do think it's honoring to RL sacrifices by reading about fictional ones. Thank you so much for this absolutely wonderful story, and for giving me such an enjoyable (if teary and snotty) way to spend my day off.Love,Christev
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
{{{hugs}}}What a beautiful thing to say. I am deeply touched and honored. Thank you, Christev.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
{{{hugs}}}What a beautiful thing to say. I am deeply touched and honored. Thank you, Christev.
Heartbreaking and wonderful and worth rereading. Thank you for sharing this.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I'm so glad you enjoyed. ;-)
Just re-read this and had to mention: Best Epilogue Ever. Why couldn't you have given JK a few pointers? ;-p
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
LOL! She never asked... Thank you!
I've just flown through the last several chapters, held in thrall to this story! This is just genius, you know, starting at a place of total desolation - this terrible post-war dystopia - and taking all the elements from DH (the prophecy from Severus, the Hallows, even walking beside the dead and moving with them before returning to earth - thanks particularly for including Draco with the others), using them as they were meant to be used, finding another way of stopping Voldemort and reenvisioning a new world in the aftermath.
And I love seeing Snape marked as the Man Who Lived! And a father! And the Minister! (And that proposal? Mmm-hmm... clearly, he has caught on to everything Hermione's been teaching him!)
You strike such a great balance between comedy and high drama. It's such a pleasure to read.
Oh, Goyle. Goyles will be Goyles, I suppose!"I think you have just been metaphorically peed on." Oh, I love this line... particularly since Severus' possessiveness towards Hermione is such a strong part of his character (which is why his reluctant willingness to 'share' Hermione rather than lose her was SO terribly shocking).
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Thank you! And I think, by his behavior in this chapter, you can see he tacitly took those words... back.
Response from ofankoma (Reviewer)
Oh, absolutely! That's what's so marvelous to see in this Snape. He acts impulsively so often, and then immediately knows that it's not what he really wanted, and is slowly learning to keep it all in check as he accepts the fact that she really loves him and that he's truly safe with her.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Hannah and Neville! Woo-hoo! (You can just feel the little triumphs along the way - things are getting brighter all the time!) And the lack of trust between all parties involved... yes, that feels completely, completely believable.(Also,I don't know that I've ever met an original character that I've liked, but Peaches is fantastic. Just fantastic. You make me change my mind on a lot of things, I think...)
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I intentionally started this tale as dark as I could make it, and then slowly let the light in. Neville and Hannah were such a beacon of hope...
Ah, the trust between the two as they examine the girls! And her red robes... yes, I imagine Severus doesn't want Hermione in anything less than a high-necked robe in front of her old beau.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Trust is something they thought they had, but as you can see, they are both too emotionally unsophisticated to not end up with issues.
Whoa, whoa, whoa... Elder Goyle and Ma are two revelations here, aren't they? As for the former, it really makes me wonder (again and again) what Voldemort's plan was 'when' he won. Why cheat Death if you have nothing to live for? For someone as hypothetically long-sighted as he was (looking to an eternity of power and control over the wizarding world), he's remarkably short-sighted here (what do you do now that you've won?). You raise all sorts of fascinating questions here. And Ma, with the Veritaserum? Grand.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Ma was intended to just be a stock vilain, but she elbowed her way toward three dimentional. I was very happy with the way she worked out.
The robes! Wonderful, wonderful, all around, from Hermione's comfort in them and the note exchange.Charlie and Viktor? You're really getting things moving here, aren't you? Momentum. You're really a master with creating a momentum that just pulls a reader through the story. I don't mean just here, but everything I've read up til now - it's so well paced and unfolds so naturally. In case I haven't said this in a chapter or two, thanks so much for sharing this.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I was very attuned to the pacing of this tale. It was my very first mult-chaptered fic and getting the pacing down right was one of my primary concerns. Thank you so much for reviewing it!
Hooray! I love what you've done with Theo Nott. The second guessing and the regret shows how easy it was for misguided, then-ambivalent people to latch on to Voldemort's coat tails. (Cloak tails?) Very like Severus at that age, no?You're also hilarious, but I suspect you know that. "Conjure myself some decent clothes?" FABULOUS.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
Exactly! I saw Theo as not being wildly different from young Snape, just perhaps a bit more entitled. I am so glad you liked this.
Wow. There are so many things I love, love, love in this chapter. First off, the relationship between Severus and the Malfoys. (Ach, and the horror of their deaths!) Next, Dumbledore's attitude. I, for one, have a tendency to vilify the man. Reading the repentance he shows here makes me rethink a lot of things about him. (So thank you for challenging me!) But you're right - we have a lot of evidence in DH that there are many unspoken things in his past that explain his present actions. And, of course, it's just a relief to see that he finally has someone to tell all this to, someone who will care for him and stand by him through it all. This is just wonderful, and I'm completely loving your writing and this story!
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I also have a tendancy to vilify Dumbledore, but I know that was never JKR's intention, so every so often I try and reset my thinking. Then I backslide. lol.
There are so many reasons I love this story... wonderful narrative flow, seamless incorporation of canon devices (Hallows! Can't wait to see them in action!), a fresh perspective on the nature of evil in the Voldemort regime, a place to see regrets worked out and atoned for.But the single greatest reason why this is so fabulous is your clear vision of your characters. What we know of them from JKR is fleshed out so beautifully here, and it's not a happy-go-lucky, cleaned up and sanitized version of the very broken people we know (and love), but a hard look at the mistakes they make and how they learn together to move on and forgive one another in a much deeper understanding of who the other really is.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
This chapter was my impetus for writing the whole fic. I wanted to get to this scene. Of course, once I did, I then had a Ministry to over throw... lol.
Oh, now that's interesting... incorporating the Hallows? I think this means we'll get to see some action from the Elder Wand (killing Voldemort?), the Resurrection Stone (Harry and Ron?), and the Invisibility Cloak (I have no idea on this one... it's useful in so many ways). I can't wait to see where they lead!
Severus' thoughts on the ambition of Voldemort five years out are interesting... it certainly does make you wonder - what would Tom have done had he won? Did he have a plan in place? I mean, the fear of ignominious death aside, what was really motivating his actions? What did he envision for the Wizarding world?
There's much that I enjoy in this chapter... the way they recognize each other as being, really, the only people left on earth (that we know of so far) who can really see one another is fantastic. Antarctica banter with penguins! 'Whoever had broken this man deserved to burn in hell.'What I found myself wishing I had here was Hermione's musings on her own sexual history. Was she a virgin before she was enslaved here? I found I wanted this when she first talked about her position as a whore with Snape as well... I just want it sometime. (Maybe it's coming up later? We'll see!) There seems to be space for her to say that she's still a virgin (so to speak) with a great deal of this as well. And defend her innocence. Since she never kissed Ron in the final battle (AU breaks off earlier here, right?), has she even been kissed?
Response from ofankoma (Reviewer)
(Because Severus very well may be right in trying to stop her... for her own peace of mind, certainly, and for the fact that she's been traumatised for years there. Another sexual experience now may not be helpful on the road to recovery, and he'd certainly be remiss if he didn't know the situation before letting her have her way with him...)
The harpsichord? That's hilarious. Does she tune it herself, as well? All the descriptions of this place add up to a bizarre, depressing, garish nightmare. It's like everyone tossed in their leftovers and out popped a brother, or several people's lives just vomited out all their extras on the (Voldemort-run) street.
Ah, Draco. I'm sad to hear he's lost. I have a soft spot for him as one of the people who gave Severus a will to go on in HBP and DH. I would have liked seeing your Snape deal with him.
That last long paragraph on the enigma of Snape? Spot on. It sums up why he's such a fascinating character in canon: powerful and powerless, beautiful and ugly, lauded and humiliated. The ambiguity of him is so rich, and not in the Dumbledore 'we sort too soon' sort of way, claiming that he's truly a Gryffindor at heart merely because he's on the side of good.
As to protection, well, that's another one of the strongest themes attached to him in canon, isn't it? He's constantly fighting to protect people - even people he despises -and he prepares them all to do the same. Your Hermione's a lucky girl...
Well done, you.
Hmm... "I, too, practice self-denial?" I think he might practice a few kinds of denial here, since he did just move to kiss her. (Of course, perhaps poor Severus doesn't know any better. He missed out on the 'What not to do whilst visiting a whorehouse' lesson in finishing school.) I greatly appreciate a post-DH Snape who doesn't know what to do with a woman... after all, when you poke around in canon, it seems fairly obvious that his social calendar was empty.
I also enjoy the dynamic you're setting up between Hermione and Peaches, the latter of whom is clearly in control of her own destiny in a way that Hermione just isn't... yet.
And...Harry and Ron? What?!?
Oh, gravy! Lime-green peignoirs and silver mules? This is a high class establishment poor Hermione's stuck in. (Although the lime-green clothing is oddly reminiscent of St. Mungo's...)
I love a phrase like "She floated in like a frigate in full sail." Really, the oppressing shabbiness of the place is overwhelming. I'm so very wary of new characters, so I'm really hoping I will like yours... Peaches, maybe yes? Ma, maybe no. Unless we do know Ma or Angel already and they're just under aliases like the Princess?
Drinking Cocoa enticed me back here to revisit this wonderful, deep, rich tale once again, when I should be doing my own writing and in other ways getting the heap of papers on my desk cleared and sorted (not to mention getting to bed at a decent hour). But, no, I had to swallow this beautiful work whole once again, rediscovering all its complexities and marvels, emotions and heatbreak, fascinations and intricacies. And it is now nearly 2am, and I can at last climb into my solitary little bed, wrapped in the warmth of some quite satisfying and delicious writing. Thank you.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
I thank you, truly, for your revisiting this story. Nothing is more satisfying than knowing it is apreciated on a second reading as well. :-)
I give it five years before Brilliant figures out how to spell that journal open and gets the shock of her young life hahahaha.
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
LOL! Oh, that would be Brilliant! You need to write that fic!
Response from StarryEyedNoOne (Reviewer)
I haven't wrote HP fanfic since I was the age of a first year lol. I pray to any diety that's listening that NONE of it is still floating aroung out there. :-\
Response from Aurette (Author of The Princess of Gryffindor)
LOL! I understand. I once read that if you aren't embarrased by something you wrote a year ago, you are no longer growing as a writer. Hell, I get embarrassed over things I wrote last week...