Giving More Than His Duty

Disclaimer: I've borrowed some of J.K.R.'s characters and am using them in a little tale.

I'd like to thank my brilliant beta, Charmed Nay, for finding the time to beta for me, even though she has a busy schedule lately.

Severus looked down at Hermione, dark eyes taking in her tempting, naked body. He lifted a finger and touched her collarbone sliding it down through the valley of her breasts and over her stomach before coming back up again to cup her face in his strong hand. "I'll give you just one chance to run away whilst you can," he said silkily. "For once I begin, I'll not let you leave my bed until I...we...are completely sated."

Part of him feared that she would come to her senses and leave, but he could see the firm set of her jaw and the daring glint in her eyes.

"Maybe it is I who won't allow you to leave," she said boldly, reaching up to touch his face with one of her hands.

"All this will be is tonight," he said suddenly, wanting to make certain that she had no illusions about any sort of relationship.

He needn't have worried, for she said, "All I want is tonight." She brushed her lips against his. "Make me feel again."

Severus knew well the feeling of loss after losing a lover. Different people coped in different ways. Some people did what they must to rid themselves, even if for only a moment, of that numbness that settles in. As his lips pressed gently against hers for another kiss, he thought, Potter was insane to pass this up. I suppose I shall have to take care where he would not.

Hermione's lips were soft and just plump enough to complement his thin, firm lips. Once his tongue found hers, he could taste the firewhisky Potter had spoken of earlier. He didn't care what had changed her mind. She would be his. Intensifying the kiss, his hand left her face and slid down to cup one of her pert breasts while his other hand moved around to cup her arse and pull her against him. He groaned in appreciation as her hands began exploring his body, nails scraping his skin as she did so.

What the hell are you doing? an inner voice asked. This is Hermione Granger...Potter's friend. He shrugged those thoughts away. Tonight, she was just a woman in need of a lover, and there was no way that Severus would turn her away. Though he'd been intoxicated when he'd propositioned her and started things, she had ultimately come to him.

Finishing their kiss with a featherlike brush of his lips against hers, he pulled back to look into her eyes. When he saw only acceptance and desire, he lifted her and moved back towards his bed, laying her down in its center and moving over her. He didn't bring his lips back to hers. Instead, he moved them to one of her ears where he whispered, "I'm going to make certain," he nibbled on her lobe lightly, "that you never forget this night or our time together, short though it may be."

From there, his mouth moved to her neck where he paused to nip at her skin and taste her flesh. When he was certain that he'd marked her, he moved down to her breasts, placing wet butterfly kisses along the way. He enjoyed the small moans and breathy gasps that his lips and tongue caused. Although he wanted to rip his underpants away and plow into her body savagely, he couldn't. He had all night and wanted to make the most of it, but on the morrow, they would go back to being Snape and Granger. Just for tonight, they would be Severus and Hermione.

Laving and nuzzling her breasts languidly, he tried to memorize every inch of her nubile body and every sound that escaped her lips. One hand made its way down to caress her neatly trimmed and partially shaved center, parting the soft lips of her labia and dipping a finger inside of her.

"Ahhh," she murmured, hands coming up to tangle in his hair and pull him closer to her body.

This encouraged him to slide another finger within her. She was definitely hot, and after only a few strokes of exploration, she was certainly wet. Unable to stop himself, he brought those two digits to his mouth to lick them, truly tasting her for the first time. Much to my liking, he thought eagerly. His fingers moved back down to pleasure her while his mouth began a more fervent assault on her breasts and stomach, eliciting moans of excitement from her.

"Sev-Severus... please," she managed, breath catching as his teeth nipped her flesh.

Hermione's inciting plea only served to further arouse him, so he quickly moved down her body, wanting more, needing to taste her again. Using his fingers to part her flesh, he ran his tongue down one labium and up the other, finding her clitoris as he neared the top. She bucked against him and whimpered in excitement, hands finding their way back to his hair in an attempt to urge him on. Sucking and pressing his tongue against her, he felt her body tremble with anticipation. Wanting to prolong her pleasure and drive her mad, his tongue slid back down between her labia to enjoy and savor the taste of her body.

Surprisingly, one of her own fingers began to stimulate her clitoris. We'll have none of that, dear Miss Granger. I believe I am the one doing the pleasing here, he thought smugly, knowing her desire was peaking. He lifted his mouth and nipped at her hand, pushing it away with his face, using his tongue to encourage an orgasm. He could feel the tightening of her legs and the trembling of her body before she cried out a string of incoherent words.

Severus moved off of the bed and quickly divested himself of his underpants, wondering why he hadn't done that in the first place. He swiftly crawled back to her, and in one smooth move, he was over her again, taking her mouth with his and parting her thighs with his knees. Hermione maneuvered her body, guiding his erection to her entrance herself and wrapping her legs about his waist. She broke their kiss and whispered, "Inside..."

"As you wish," he murmured, pressing in slowly.

Impatiently, she used her legs to force him into her completely, pulling him flush against her body. He groaned in response, whispering about her heat and tightness, but quickly forgetting the need to speak, only wanting to feel. He pulled nearly all of the way out before thrusting completely back in, quickly increasing his strokes, each time harder. After an awkward moment, they found a steady rhythm where nothing but grunting, whimpering, and meeting flesh could be heard.

When he felt his climax coming for him, he changed his strokes, needing them to be choppy, rough, and angled, wanting her to climax once more. Each time he would slam into her, she would cry out and claw at his back and attempt to grind herself against him. "Yesssss," he hissed encouragingly, wanting to hear her and feel her as she found her climax.

Again, she moved her hand down to stimulate herself. This time, however, he did nothing to stop her. Severus continued his strokes until he felt her body bucking erratically against his, signaling her release was near. He then began deeply thrusting into her as quickly as he could, causing the headboard to pound against the wall rhythmically.

"Oh, God, don't stop!" she exclaimed, "Oh... my... Severus! Just don't stop... yesssss."

His name spoken in such a way was so erotic and arousing that his release was upon him nearly instantly. The moment she tightened around him in spasms and gripped her legs forcefully, he exploded within, groaning and murmuring as he did so. His orgasm was so intense that he simply collapsed atop, not caring if he crushed her or not, vaguely noticing her legs limply falling from his waist. The only thing he could feel was his heart beating against his chest, sweat gliding down his back, and movements of their bodies as their breathing returned to normal.

When a hand slid down his damp back and kneaded his arse, he lifted his head to gaze at her. She smiled, putting him at ease. "Well... that was interesting," he said uncertainly.

"Quite remarkable," she agreed, lifting her head to press her lips against his. "Though I do hope you're not trying to be rid of me just yet."

Her words were confidently spoken, but he could see the shimmer of uncertainty in her eyes and hear the hopeful tone in her voice. She didn't want to be alone and wanted to be with him... again. Who am I to turn down what is so freely offered?

"You may stay the night," he said, finally moving next to her to lie on his back. "I'm not quite through with you."

An uncomfortable silence ensued. Wanting to break the ice, he asked, "What is between you and Potter?" It wasn't exactly any of his business, but he was curious. He'd known that she was Weasley's woman. Had she once been Potter's as well?

"Harry..." Her voice trailed away.

"I apologize. I shouldn't have asked such a question," he said.

"No, it's all right. You might as well know." She turned to face him, placing a hand upon his chest as she did so, running her nails over his chest hair. "When he lost Ginny, he... he turned to Ron. I guess in some part of his mind, Ron was Ginny... in an odd sort of way."

"Oh," Severus said, not understanding. Then, realization hit him. "Oh."

"Right," she said, smirking. "For some reason, I didn't mind. Ron was surprised one day when Harry kissed him. We talked about it, and the three of us... Well, you can imagine, can't you? Now that Ron is gone, though, Harry isn't too keen on just being with me."

"That little git," he said calmly.

She shrugged. "I can understand that he feels the loss and needs to cope differently than I do, but I need someone, too. I never thought I'd be with anyone other than Harry after Ron died."

"I suppose I am privileged then."

"You surprised me... I'll admit that," she said, smiling. "But I needed this. I hope you understand that I don't normally act this way... or at least I haven't always." She shrugged and moved to lie back against her pillow. "Harry likes me to talk dirty to him and get a bit vulgar. Even that didn't work tonight. I'm sort of glad it didn't..."

"As am I," he whispered, allowing silence to overtake them again. A few minutes later, Severus turned to face her, tracing her jaw with his fingers and moving his head down to kiss her unhurriedly. "Hermione, if you only want to stay the night and perhaps... talk, I wouldn't mind." He definitely wanted to do more than talk. Having her yet again would be most pleasing, but he would give that option to her.

She gently pushed him onto his back. "No, I really want this," she said, stroking him back to arousal, adding softly, "And you."

He smirked as she straddled his waist. "So be it."

Southern's Notes: Well, I suppose this chapter covers Severus' exploration of Hermione. Next, it will be her turn to explore him. Hope nobody is squicked about the Harry, Ron, and Hermione background morsel because... HaHaHa!

Quote from HP and the POA: "That little git," he said calmly.