Finally, It Has Happened To Me

18. Finally, It Has Happened To Me

'The way I feel about you, it just can't be wrong' ~ CeCe Peniston, Finally

Hermione stood beside the balustrade of the Astronomy Tower. It was breezy, and the wind was whipping her hair around her shoulders. She unconsciously wrapped her cloak around her tightly and gazed over at the Forbidden Forest. Thestrals were flying and landing and she could see the school owls as they flew to and from the Owlery, the morning sunlight catching their wings as they glided silently. She tried hard not to cry, biting her lip and digging her fingernails into the palms of her hand, until as if she had willed it, she knew that he had come. He had found her, walking with silent footsteps as he always did. She turned and looked at him. His face was no longer the emotionless mask it usually was. His eyes were bright, and a small but unsure smile played on his lips.

'Severus?' she said softly. She watched as he walked towards her. He stopped and stared but didn't speak for a moment, until he took in a sharp breath and swallowed.

'Is it true?' he said quietly.

'You read the book,' she stated. Her mouth went dry, but he was here, so surely that was a good thing. 'Yes. It's true. We were in each other's bodies for so long, sharing each others thoughts and feelings. What you were feeling were my feelings. What I was feeling were your feelings. It took me quite a while to understand what was happening.' Hermione felt herself shiver, and she looked away, unable to watch if Severus decided to walk away.

'Hermione,' Severus said, a note of pleading in his tone that made her turn back to him. He held his arms open, and she let out a soft sob and closed the distance between them, wrapping her arms around him and hugging him to her as if she would never, ever let go. The soft wool of his new scarf brushed her tears from her cheeks, and she smiled as she felt the soft kiss of his lips at her temple.

'Your hair is out of control,' he murmured.

'And your hair is in great condition,' she replied, teasing him. She pulled away and looked up into his face, but he held onto her firmly so she couldn't go any further. It was a wonderful feeling, and she smiled. 'How did you find me?'

'It would seem that I know more about you than I ever realised. I also seem to have acquired a taste for ketchup,' he said, rolling his eyes.

'You do realise that makes you a cissie?' she said with a giggle.

'It makes me a most fortunate man indeed. For that is not all I know,' he whispered.

His eyes explored her face as if she were the most precious thing he had ever seen.

Hermione felt herself blush, but held his gaze against her will. His eyes were clear and were looking right into her soul, but if he wanted to keep hold of her this tightly she wasn't about to complain. She smiled at him.

'I love you,' she said, her voice unwavering.

'I know,' he replied with a note of disbelief. 'And I, you.'

'I know. I was so scared you would run away from it,' she whispered.

'I was unsure,' he murmured. 'I couldn't believe was I was feeling, what I was seeing through your eyes... It was a dream I would never have dared to believe...'

His voice cracked, and he gathered her to him again, nuzzling her neck with his nose. He kissed her skin gently, and Hermione turned her face to his. They stared into each others eyes for a brief moment, their lips so close they could taste each others' breath. Severus let out a gasp, and then crushed her lips to his finally. Hermione clutched the back of his coat with her fingers, scared that she would collapse at his feet. Her head swam as he swept her lips with his tongue, and she opened her mouth to allow him entry. His tongue found hers, and they kissed like they had been starved of it all of their lives. Severus tasted of honey and chocolate, and something else she knew was simply the taste of his kiss. Hermione's fingers found his hair, and she slid her hands through his silky lengths, drinking him in until they slowed their passion. The kisses became softer and tender, and when they eventually broke apart, Severus grinned as Hermione whimpered at the loss of his beautiful lips. He rested his forehead against hers, and they stood smiling at each other for what seemed like the longest time. Severus rand his hand through Hermione's unruly curls and held her to his chest, resting his chin against her head as he held her close. Hermione hugged him to her, closed her eyes and immersed herself with finally being held by the man she loved.

***

They almost ran back to Severus' quarters. Hermione couldn't help but laugh as he all but dragged her down the stairs and along the corridor, his hand gripping hers so tightly she thought he would never let go. She felt a thrill rush through her, and her stomach flipped at the control he was exerting. When they reached his door, Severus paused for a short moment and looked at her, his eyes dark and glittering with suppressed desire. Hermione had often wondered what Severus would be like in the throes of passionate lust, and she had a sense that this was just the tip of the iceberg as she licked her lips and nodded at his unspoken question. There was no going back now.

'Yes, Severus. Yes. I'm not going to change my mind,' she whispered urgently. It was clearly what he had needed to hear, and the door flew open with a wordless spell. Severus pulled Hermione forward and pushed her into the room before him, his hand splayed against her lower back as he applied a little pressure. Hermione shuddered and closed her eyes, every slight touch making her feel like she was trembling. She turned to see Severus leaning back against the door just watching her. His eyes stared into her, but he seemed almost afraid to come closer to her, so she went to him. She took his hand in hers gently, and caressed his cheek with her palm, and he closed his eyes, pressing his face against her hand with a soft groan.

'What is it?' she said softly.

Severus opened his eyes and Hermione saw a touch of sadness mixed with what she knew to be love. 'This will change everything,' he whispered. 'I don't want to lose my best friend.'

Hermione felt her eyes pricking slightly as her heart swelled with love for him. Severus was such a damaged soul, and she knew that they were going to be treading carefully through the minefield of his emotions if they embarked on this relationship, but she knew she could be strong enough for the both of them, because he was worth it.

'I'm not going anywhere. I love you, Severus. I love you more than I have ever loved anyone in my whole life. I'm yours, for as long as you want me. This will change everything, you're right. Change can be good, Severus. We can be good. I just know it.' She lifted his hand and placed it over her breastbone before kissing his knuckles gently and letting the tip of her tongue just slip out to lick a little.

Severus let out a grunt at the sight of her playful tongue and allowed her to pull him away from the door. Without speaking she used her small, deft fingers to untie his scarf and loosen the buttons of his coat.

'Do you think you'll always get away with being so bossy, witch?'

'Are you going to keep complaining, or are you going to kiss me?' Hermione shrugged his coat from his shoulders and ran her hands up his arms slowly, and she saw the glint in her eye just a moment too late. With a squeal, Hermione found herself thrown over Severus's shoulder and taken purposefully to the bed chamber.

***

The candles were casting soft, sensual shadows along the walls. Severus and Hermione were lying on top of his purple blanket, his leg slowly insinuating itself between hers as they kissed passionately. Severus' shirt was open, as was the top button of his fly, and Hermione's top was somewhere on the floor.

Severus moved his mouth from Hermione's luscious lips and trailed kisses across her chin and beneath her ear. He licked her lobe and sucked, and he felt Hermione shudder. He couldn't help but smile against her skin as he continued to kiss and lick her creamy throat, allowing his lips to dwell in the hollow between her neck and décolletage before slipping his tongue between her breasts and moving to kiss the soft mounds as the spilled from the cups of her blue, lace bra. His hand drifted up, and he let his thumb drift over her raised nipple, gratified when Hermione gasped and arched into his touch. Unable to stop himself, Severus pulled the cup of her bra downwards, the slight rent in the lace sounding loud in the quiet room. The urgency of the sound ignited something inside Severus and his lips immediately sought Hermione's needy, pebbled point. He took it between his lips and played his tongue across the very top, then swirled and laved around her aureole, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could. His hand drifted lower and tentatively cupped her pussy through her jeans, and Hermione moaned and pushed herself onto his hand and squeezed her thighs as much as she could to create greater friction.

'Severus... we need to get naked,' she gasped.

Severus lifted his eyes to hers. 'Patience,' he murmured, smiling at her wickedly. He pushed his thumb against her covered flesh, and as her eyes clouded with lust, he felt a catch in his throat. She looked so beautiful to him with her hair spread out like a halo on his pillow. And the way she responded to his touch. He had never known anything quite like it before. Holding her gaze, he slipped the button at the top of her jeans and allowed his fingertips to tease beneath the lace of her knickers. He looked at where his fingers met her flesh bent his head, letting his tongue follow their path. Hermione squirmed beneath him and groaned.

'Severus, please...' she begged. 'I love you, and I appreciate the gesture, but I have been wanting you to fuck me for months...please, I want you so much,' she whispered as he looked back to her. He couldn't help but smirk. He had just known she would be a demanding lover.

She caught her lower lip between her teeth and opened her eyes wide as his fingers slipped even lower and slid between her soaking wet folds. He ran the rough pad of his index finger across her clit, knowing it was exactly what she would need. Her mouth opened in a soundless gasp and her eyes closed as she shifted her hips, trying to get more friction. Severus smiled and withdrew his hand. Hermione was right. They both needed this, and he had teased them both long enough. He sat up and grabbed the top of her jeans with both hands, pulling them firmly off in one brisk, rough movement and making her bounce onto the bed. Her breasts jiggled with the movement, her exposed nipple just begging for more attention, and he almost launched himself on top of her naked body. He sucked her nipple into his mouth as his fingers sought her pussy, and he thrust a finger in as far as he could, crooking the tip forward. Hermione grabbed hold of his hair and pulled his face to hers, kissing him fiercely and thrusting her tongue in and out in time with his finger. Awkwardly, because Hermione didn't seem to be in a position to help, he used his free hand to fully open his fly, shoved his trousers half way down his arse and groaned as his erection sprang free and immediately found the dampness of Hermione's pubic hair. He moved his finger and quickly replaced it with the head of his cock at Hermione's entrance, and he pulled his face from her demanding kiss to look down at her as he pushed forward into her tight, wet heat. Her eyes closed and her head tipped back in ecstasy as he filled her to the hilt with his hardness.

'Yes,' she hissed, 'Severus, oh Gods...'

'Fuck,' he growled. 'Fuck, oh, fuck...' He closed his eyes at the incredible feel of her tight walls grasping at him, and started to move slowly, withdrawing and then pushing back in, revelling in the tightness that was already starting to build behind his balls. Severus pushed himself up on his arms, and his hair fell down in curtains and moved back and forth as he started to thrust faster. He snapped his hips forwards, and moaned loudly as Hermione lifted her hips to meet his thrust and grabbed his arse, gripping with her sharp nails, encouraging him to fuck her harder. A sheen of sweat appeared on Severus' upper lip, matched by the trickle between Hermione's shifting breasts. Her face was almost out of focus, but he saw the tensing of her jaw as he twisted his hip and caught a spot inside her just so. She was close now, he could feel her walls starting to grip him harder, and he slipped his hand between their joined bodies to find her engorged clit. Thrusting harder, he started to grunt with his own impending orgasm, and he rubbed, three, four times, until a cry of pleasure came from Hermione and she started to shake beneath him. Her walls clamped down on his rock hard cock and he shouted out incoherently as he came. He could feel his semen hitting her walls, over and over, until his arm could no longer hold his weight and he collapsed on top of her, his nose buried in her mass of curls. The only sound in the room was their panting breaths, but Severus could feel Hermione smile against his shoulder, and he couldn't stop the grin that spread across his own face, unseen.

***

It was the middle of the night. Or early morning, Severus neither knew nor cared. Hermione had her hand wrapped around the shaft of his cock, her legs either side of his thighs as she positioned and then lowered herself onto his hardness. Her lips were plump and red from a lengthy bout of snogging and her neck was marked by teeth and sucking. Her breasts were pink from his grip, and he held onto her as she started to move. He tweaked her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, making her gasp with pleasure, her skin flushing as she started to move faster. She shifted her hip, and the tip of Severus' cock hit the front of her walls and made her moan out with pleasure. The bony ridge was catching the sensitive spot below the head of Severus' cock, and he held her in place as she moved, wanting more of it.

'Gods Hermione, that's amazing, don't stop, please... oh Gods,' he garbled. He couldn't seem to string a sentence together; such was the power of her sex to him. He watched, entranced, as she licked her fingers and then slipped them to her slit. He watched as she moved them frantically, her movements increasing as she started to moan.

'Coming,' she gasped, and Severus thrust up to meet her as she tightened around him. Severus held her in place as she started to fall boneless against him, and with two sharp, deep thrusts, he came, shuddering as he shot his load hard inside her. Hermione slipped softly down to rest on his chest, and Severus wrapped his arms around her and held her close, keeping himself inside her for as long as he could before he softened and slipped from her. He brushed her hair from her face and kissed her softly.

'I love you, witch,' he whispered.

'I know,' came the mumbled reply.