Ten

TEN

Hermione looked up into Severus' face and raised her hand to his cheek. She gently stroked the smooth, warm skin and tried to convey the depth of her feeling in her gaze. He had to know how much she loved him, and how very much she longed for him.

'How did you know it was me? I was just going to take Rosie's place,' she whispered.

He was stood firmly against her, and the edge of the Potions bench was pushing against the cheeks of her bum. He felt warm, and firm and male. She was desperate for more of him.

'That's what you want, is it Hermione? To be treated like a cheap whore?' Severus became stern and started to pull away, but Hermione threaded her fingers through his and pulled him back.

'Of course not. You didn't answer my question,' she said softly, taking his other hand and lifting it to her mouth. She turned his hand palm upwards and licked the pulsing vein at his wrist, and at his sharp intake of breath she looked up and caught his eye. His eyes were burning into her, and she suddenly felt powerful.

'I would be a fool not to recognise you by now. You are vanilla and patchouli, peppermint and musk.' He sighed and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. 'You were always meant for me.'

'Amortentia?' she asked, pulling away to look into his face. 'You are musk and sandalwood, parchment and ink. It took me a long time to find you, Severus Snape.' She smiled up at him and was immediately rewarded with a lop-sided smile.

'How did you know? About Rosie and our arrangement?' Severus had to good grace to look embarrassed, but Hermione wasn't about to lose the ground she had already gained.

'I placed a tracking spell on your Polyjuice potion. I didn't mean to spy on you, Severus, but when I saw what you needed the potion for...' Hermione drifted off at the look of shock on Severus' face.

'You saw? Forgive me, Hermione. I would never have used you so if I had thought there was even the slightest chance that you..., that we would...'

Hermione pulled him closer and ran her hands through his hair, distracting him and sending interesting sensations to his nether regions.

'I watched until I realised I was jealous. I wanted to be that Hermione, which is why Winky and I diverted you and Rosie tonight. I just want you to myself, Severus.'

'Be very careful what you wish for, Hermione,' said Severus, his voice rough and deep. 'If we go down this path you have so cleverly crafted, I shall not be as foolish as Weasley. I shall never let you go.' He ran a smooth finger over Hermione lower lip, and she sighed and pressed herself closer against him.

'Will you kiss me, Severus?' she breathed softly.

Severus looked at Hermione curiously and threaded his fingers through her hair. 'My mother always said I should never kiss a girl unless I was sure I loved her and that she loved me back.'

Hermione giggled softly. 'I hope you didn't take her advice.'

Severus paused and lifted an eyebrow.

'Oh, my. You mean you have never... even with all of your Saturday night liaisons? Not one kiss? Ever?'

'I followed my mother's advice. Not one kiss, ever.' Severus looked at her solemnly but there was a hint of amusement in his eye.

'And now?' Hermione bit her lip, unconsciously making it even plumper and more inviting than it had been before.

'Now I am still taking my mother's advice.'

Severus bent his head lower, and she felt a soft huff of breath on her moist lips before his mouth brushed against hers briefly. The merest hint of a kiss broke the dam of pent up emotion and passion that had simmered between them, and Hermione pressed her lips firmly against his with a gentle moan. Her tongue probed against his mouth until he parted his lips, and suddenly they were kissing with abandon.

Severus tasted Hermione's kiss like a thirsty man drinking water, and her answering murmurs of pleasure made him almost shake with the feel of her in his arms. Everything he had ever dreamed was real and happening and even more wonderful and fantastic than he had imagined. She wanted him, loved him, and he was hers, right now in this moment and forever afterwards. He could hardly breathe; his chest felt like he might explode with love and pent up desire for her, and his erection was straining against her thigh uncomfortably. Reluctantly, he slowed their intense kisses, not resisting when she released his moist lips but returned again and again for gentler, exploring kisses and nips with her teeth. Their breathing was laboured, and from the flush on Hermione's cheeks he could see she was feeling the same as he. Her eyes met his and he saw the heat that burned there, and the begging question that she didn't need to ask.

'Not here, witch. Not now.' He pulled away and took her hand in his. 'Come.'

Hermione didn't resist as Severus led her towards his rooms, and she was positively ecstatic when he paused and pushed her up against the wall of the lab to kiss her again forcefully, pushing her arms above her head and letting his mouth fall to the creamy arch of her throat. He laved her skin with his tongue and kissed his way back up to her mouth, where his kisses left her sodden with lust and her legs like jelly against him.

'Gods, Hermione, what are you doing to me?' his whispered hoarsely, his gaze passionate and determined.

'I love you, Severus,' she said, the words unbidden but needing to be said all the same.

Severus' gaze softened slightly, and he took her hand and squeezed it in response before resuming their journey. This time he didn't stop until he reached his bedchamber, and he didn't give Hermione any time to draw breath. They were in each others' arms in an instant, and Hermione reached for the buttons of his jacket while he pulled her blouse from the confines of her ridiculously impractical denim jeans. His hands flattened against her lower back and he deftly flicked at her bra strap, smiling against her passionate kisses as he lifted both blouse and bra over her head swiftly. Hermione giggled and pushed his jacket over his shoulders, letting it fall heavily as she pulled his shirt over his head. They stopped then and stared at each other, the calm before the storm that was to come. Tentatively Hermione reached for his fly, and together they removed each others' trousers until they were just in their underwear. Severus cupped Hermione's breasts in his hands, running his thumbs firmly over her tightening nipples and kissing her, softly at first and then with more urgency and she stepped closer and slipped her fingers into the waistband of his black silk boxer shorts. She slid her hands down until she found him, and he moaned into her kisses as she released his cock and let his underwear drop to his ankles. Kicking them away, he wrapped his arms around Hermione and lifted her off her feet, carrying her the short distance to his bed where he laid her on top of the covers.

Hermione's hair was splayed onto his pillow like a chestnut halo, and she held her arms open to him as he lay down beside her. Caressing her face, he dropped his mouth to her inviting breasts and pulled her tight bud of a nipple between his lips, sucking slowly and running his tongue around until it was darker and more puckered. She was almost writhing beneath him, trying to caress all of his body with her hands; her kisses peppering his neck and his jaw as he moved his face to her other breast. This time as he sucked, he let his hand trace a slow, teasing path over the soft swell of her belly and let his fingertip tease itself along the silky smooth fabric of her knickers. He felt the dampness between her crotch and slipped his finger under the fabric, teasing her wet folds apart until he stroked tantalisingly against her clit. Hermione moaned and threaded her hands through the lengths of his hair, pulling his face to hers where she kissed him passionately, slipping her tongue firmly and finding his. Severus moved his fingers gently but firmly in sure strokes, knowing by the clenching of her body that it would not take long, and he was soon rewarded as she cried out and arched her back, her orgasm shuddering through her. He slid his finger into her slick wetness and groaned. The witch was tight and hot, and he needed to be inside her. Hermione started to grind against his hand and he nuzzled her neck, whispering into her ear.

'Fuck me, Hermione.'

Hermione needed no encouragement. Her orgasm had been thrilling but not enough. The brief but tantalising glimpse she had seen of his cock had made her shiver with anticipation and she had been so close to coming when he was sucking her breasts she had clenched her inner muscles to delay things for as long as she could. His sure fingers had been the end of her, but now she wanted to feel him fully. She pushed Severus back against the pillows and slid her body over his, allowing her wet knickers to brush the tip of his cock as she moved into position. She took his nipple between her fingers and rubbed gently and bent to kiss him tenderly, letting her tongue run over first his upper then his lower lip. Moving lower, she kissed his jaw and then down his throat, planting soft butterfly light kisses over his scar and then downwards. His chest was firm and lean, pale apart from the smattering of black chest hair. His nipples were pale pink, and she used her tongue to lick and caress them into puckered, darker pink peaks. Spreading her legs, she lifted herself from him and he pushed her knickers down and off with his toe. Hermione giggled until he captured her breasts in his hands and pushed them together so he could pay equal attention to her own still sensitive nipples.

'God, Severus, it's too much,' she gasped.

'You have much to learn, witch,' he said, a hint of promise in his voice.

She slid her wet folds over his cock, eliciting a gasp of surprise and pleasure from him. She teased him a little more, and the reached for his firm shaft, positioning him at her entrance and staring at his face. She paused as he looked up into her face, his eyes burning as he caressed her curves and ran his hands over her buttocks.

'Don't tease, Hermione. I have wanted this for so long,' he whispered. Hermione felt her heart swell, and her pussy throb, and she gave him what they both wanted. Slowly she inched herself onto his cock, and they gasped in unison as he filled her. Hermione felt a frisson of lust and sat back slightly, allowing the head of his cock to rest against the front of her pubis. The sensation was intense, and she began to rock, slowly at first but then, as Severus gripped her hip with one hand and tweaked at her left nipple with the other, she increased her pace, revelling in the feel of him as she pistoned him in and out. Beads of sweat appeared on Severus' brow and Hermione knew he was close to orgasm as he cock started to go even harder inside her. She slipped her hand between them and squeezed the base of his cock, something she had learned to prolong the male orgasm. Severus' eyes widened in surprise and he grinned at her, flipping her over suddenly and thrusting himself back inside her firmly.

'Touch yourself; I want to see you come apart on my cock. You just love it, don't you witch?'

'Gods, yes I fucking do,' she cried as he rammed himself into her over and over. Hermione's fingers found her clit and she started to stroke herself quickly, the feel of his cock spurring her on, the look on his face as he watched himself thrusting in and out of her wetness.

'Fuck, Hermione. Come for me, come for me,' Severus chanted. His eyes closed as he lost himself in sensation, and Hermione had no choice but to do exactly as he said. Her orgasm rippled through her, stronger and longer than the first, and her legs shuddered as she cried out her pleasure. Severus lifted a leg and hooked it onto his shoulder, and moved his hips in a circular motion. Hermione kept her fingers on her clit and he couldn't take his eyes off where their bodies were joined, until with a groan, he lifted both of her legs and held her ankles and thrust deeply.

'Fuck!' He cried, throwing his head back in the ecstasy of his climax. His teeth clenched as he thrust twice more, and then collapsed, spent, on top of her.

***

There was low candle light dancing over the walls, and the smell of sex in the air. Two pale bodies lay sleeping in the middle of a large, plain bed, bedcovers half covering them, their legs entwined. The woman in the bed moved in her sleep, and the man pulled her back against his chest and cupped her bare breasts, waking her. His hand drifted down under the covers, and the woman began to moan.

Winky nodded in satisfaction and Apparated silently back to the kitchens.