Old Enough for Adult Games

I'm sorry it has taken me so long to post this next chapter. But it took me quite a while to get the lemons done.

All canon characters belong to JKR.

Thanks to June for all of her help in getting this ready to post. I also want to thank Deviantauthor for looking over the lemons for me.

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Chapter 12 – Old enough for adult games

The morning was spent making plans.

In truth, Harry had never been pleased with the thought of facing Voldemort by himself. Severus had made a good point. Harry listened to his former Potions professor as he and Hermione outlined their plan to create a potion much like the one that had transformed them into six-year-olds.

It was agreed that Lucius would be the one to tell the Order when and where to make their move against Voldemort. The dark wizard was growing increasingly paranoid, especially since Peter's attempted poisoning.

Severus and Hermione were confident that they would be able to manipulate the potion to meet their needs. After a few more pleasantries they all said their goodbyes and agreed to meet back at Hogwarts on the coming Wednesday. Harry and Ron continued their plan to go play Quidditch, while Severus and Hermione disappeared into his private laboratory. Albus went out onto the grounds to begin protecting the castle from any attack.

As for Lucius, he went home. He was tired and wanted to get some rest before he visited Ginny. As he Flooed home, he felt his excitement grow. He was looking forward to seeing the young woman. Lucius had been alone for so long. Even Severus seemed to have found someone. During the short meeting, he'd noticed how both Severus and Hermione kept looking at one another smiling, thinking they were unnoticed by everyone. His dark-haired friend seemed relaxed, and happy.

Lucius hoped that he too would soon have a lovely young witch sitting beside him in his home. He smiled as he undressed and lay on his bed. After taking a much-needed rest, he would go see Ginny.

In Severus' private lab, he and Hermione worked on four potions. Each potion used the same ingredients. The only difference was that the four cauldrons held different proportions of key ingredients. One of those cauldrons held the potion that would allow them to destroy Voldemort. How they would get it to him was something they would think of later. For now the important thing was getting it finished.

After spending most of the morning and all of the afternoon in the lab, they finally came up with the potion they needed. Deciding to leave further tests for the next morning, wizard and witch ordered dinner in. Severus found he enjoyed being with the adult Hermione just as much as he'd enjoyed being with the six-year-old Hermione. They worked as one, often knowing what the other needed without having to be asked.

As they finished their supper, Severus looked at Hermione appraisingly. She had grown into a very pretty woman. Her hair was now more curly than frizzy, her breasts full and her hips well rounded. He'd felt her that morning, and she felt glorious to him. He wondered if she would want to continue where they left off.

Hermione yawned. It had been a long day. Actually, it had been a long four days. She looked up from her plate and noticed Severus had been staring at her.

"What is it?" she asked as she looked down, wondering if she had something on her blouse.

He smiled and rose.

"You look tired," he said.

"I am a bit. But I don't think I could sleep. I feel...wound up. You know?" she asked.

"I know. I feel the same way. Perhaps we should go to bed. It's still early, but I feel the need to lie down and relax." He walked toward her and extended his hand.

Hermione took his hand and allowed him to lift her to her feet.

"I really don't feel like going back to my university dorm room." She wondered if he would want to continue their sleeping arrangements, now that they were no longer children. As children things would no doubt have remained innocent between them in bed. But now, she couldn't guarantee she would be able to keep from wanting more.

"You may stay here, if you like." Severus wanted to know if she still wanted him. "I can Transfigure the couch into a bed for you. I'm sure it will be more comfortable this time around." He watched her for a moment, and finally saw in her eyes what he needed to know: she looked disappointed.

"Oh, I...well, I suppose it'll be all right." She bowed her head and turned to walk toward her bed for the evening, then felt his arms wrap around her waist.

"What's wrong?" He kissed her neck. "Is there somewhere else you would rather sleep tonight?" He pulled her closer to him.

Hermione leaned her head back to rest on his shoulder. She ground herself against him as she held him tightly.

"I want to sleep, where I've been sleeping for the last three nights." She turned and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I want to sleep in your arms."

He'd heard what he needed to hear. He kissed her softly at first, wanting only to relish the feel of her lips against his own. He lifted his head and opened his eyes slightly. Hermione's eyes fluttered open as he lifted her and carried her to his bedroom.

Severus laid her down gently on his bed, and then slowly lay next to her. They kissed and touched one another for several minutes. He began to undress Hermione. As he removed her blouse, he followed the path of his hands with feathery kisses.

Hermione watched him through hooded, lust-filled eyes; glad they were able to finally continue where they had left off that morning before Albus interrupted them. So deeply was she entranced in both her thoughts and her soon-to-be lover's eyes, she hadn't realized he'd managed to undress her completely.

"You could have just spelled my clothes away," she said as she sat up.

Severus smiled slyly. "But I had a much better time doing it this way." He allowed her to gently push him onto his back, as she began to undress him in the same manner.

As she unbuttoned the many small buttons from his black frock coat, she never took her eyes away from his until she managed to divest him of every scrap of cloth between his skin and hers.

She looked down at his naked body as she felt the heat inside of her build. Finally Hermione could fully appreciate him in his adult form.

No more could his ribs be seen poking through his small upper body. Though he was tall and lean, he was firmly built. Severus' chest was well-defined, and his arms toned and strong. His erection was far beyond impressive.

Severus was also taking his time studying her body. He ran his hands from her small waist to her slightly round belly. He loved that she had a roundness to her. He reached up and cupped her breasts, and smiled as both his hands perfectly covered them; then he chuckled slightly.

Hermione furrowed her brow.

"Not big enough for you?" she asked, slightly irritated, as she thought he was laughing at what she believed was an inadequate cup size.

"Quite the contrary. I never fully understood what Lucius meant when he said 'more than a handful was a waste.'" Severus thought he would have to remember to tell Lucius how right he was about that.

He rolled them both over and settled his hips between her thighs, then felt Hermione shiver.

"Are you..." Before he could finish his question, Hermione interrupted him.

"No, Severus, I'm not a virgin," she giggled.

"Well, I didn't think you were. I was going to ask you if you were cold." He laughed, then was swatted on the shoulder.

"I'm wondering how insulted I should feel right about now, Mr. Snape." Hermione feigned anger as her eyes reflected amusement.

That caused Severus to laugh even harder.

"Hermione, you are almost 22 years old. Nobody, not even you, studies that much. You are a beautiful witch. I merely assumed you had been with someone at least once, if for no other reason than to quell your curious mind." He pushed himself forward slightly until he could feel himself at her entrance.

"Enough talk," he growled. "I have more pressing things for you to occupy yourself with."

Hermione gasped as she felt the head of his cock sliding over her sensitive clitoris. She raised her hips slightly, trying to get more contact with him.

Severus suckled her pebbled nipples as he ground his hips against hers. He slid his cock over her slit and felt an increasing wetness. Hermione moaned as she lightly scratched his back. Wanting nothing more than to feel him inside of her, she spread her legs further and lifted her hips at the right moment. Severus lifted his head from her breast as he slid into her warmth.

"Gods, Hermione, you feel so warm," he whispered as he moved against her slowly.

Hermione wrapped her legs around his waist. She cupped his face and kissed him deeply, then pulled back and continued to nibble on his lips.

"Do you know, that I've been dreaming of this moment every since I was in my seventh year here in Hogwarts?" she asked.

"Even though I was thought to have been a murderer?" he wondered.

"I knew you weren't," she said as she looked into his eyes and felt the loneliness he'd lived with all these years. "There was more to what happened, I knew there had to be." Wanting more of him, she used the fact that her confession caught him off-guard and rolled him onto his back, so that she straddled him. As she sat up, she closed her eyes, feeling him now more deeply than before. Hermione began to roll her hips, then looked down at Severus. His black hair covered the pillow his head rested on.

"I know you never thought of me, the way I thought of you. I know you never gave me a second glance." Hermione wasn't living under any illusions that Severus would confess to her some deep-seated feeling of love he had been keeping inside of him all these years. That was something that happened in romance novels. She did, however, feel friendship from him while they were under the potion's influence, and she hoped that what they shared would be the beginning of something stronger in the future.

She leaned down and kissed him as she continued to grind against him.

"Please, tell me you can love me someday." She kissed him again and felt the tears forming in her eyes.

Severus saw the wetness growing in her eyes. He raised his hips and thrust into her faster. During his years as her professor, he'd only thought of her as a student who talked too much for her own good. To him she was someone constantly bombarding him with question after question during and after his lectures. When he finally rid himself of her after she left Hogwarts, it was true that he never gave her a second thought.

But fate dealt him a lucky hand, and they were both doused with the Adulescens Denuo potion. In their six-year-old state, he'd felt himself growing fond of her company and wanting only to protect her from harm. When he thought she would die from the Cruciatus Curse, he felt as though a part of his future was dying. He knew then that he could never truly let her walk away from him.

He sped up his movements and rolled them once again over, so he was on top. He held himself up with his arms and looked down at her, his thrusting becoming harder and faster.

"Can't you feel it now?" he said as he lowered himself. "How much you mean to me? I won't allow you to leave me, Hermione. You are too much a part of me." He wound one arm around her waist and held her against him tightly as he ground himself against her. "I will not profess my undying love to you today, but I can show you how I feel."

As she listened to his words, she felt his body taking her to her peak.

"I feel you, Severus, I feel you." She cried as she climaxed.

Severus felt her body trembling beneath his as he felt his own body follow hers in completion.

"Hermione," Severus groaned against her neck. He slowed his movements now and held her tightly beneath him. Lifting his head, he looked at her and smiled.

"I'm sorry if I'm crushing you, but I can't seem to move," he said.

"I'm used to it," said Hermione as she brushed his sweat-soaked hair from his face.

"Oh really?" Severus lifted himself on his elbows now. "And whom might I ask are you used to it from?"

"You, you bed hog!" Hermione laughed and pulled him down for a searing kiss. "And don't even try to deny it."

He laughed as he remembered their previous nights spent in bed together.

"At least now if I wake up sprawled all over you, it will have a much more pleasant outcome."

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Some of you who have read my fics before know I don't like writing lemons because I don't particularly think I'm very good at them. I hope they were okay.