Twenty- Five

The next morning, Hermione and Severus were sitting naked at the table eating breakfast when they were interrupted by a shining deer. Hermione listened to the message and then asked for Harry to wait five minutes. In a flurry of foolish wand waving, she retrieved both her own and Severus' dressing gowns. He rolled his eyes and scowled at her, but put his robe on before sitting back down to his eggs and toast.

"I trust we will not have Potters about the place at all times of the day," he grumbled.

"Of course not, love. We haven't got the floo in place yet, or I'm certain Harry would have simply called."

His only reply was a snort.

Harry waited ten minutes before apparating in. When he did appear, he had his eyes closed. Ginny must have warned him.

"Everyone decent?" he asked.

"Oh, for fuck's sake, Potter," Severus snapped. "Stop playing silly buggers and get on with your business. I do have plans for the day."

"I'll just bet you do," Harry muttered as he took a seat at the table.

"Have you eaten, Harry?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah, could use a cup of coffee though, if it isn't any trouble."

"No trouble, we've got a pot on."

More foolish wand waving and a mug of coffee with two sugars and a drop of milk floated out to Harry.

"Tell me, Potter, what matter is so important that you must darken our doorstep so early in the day?"

"For Merlin's sake, stop scowling at me, Severus. I won't be long, I promise. I only came to tell you about Ron, and that you were right. The healers found a high level of Mistique in his system. Nearly fatal dose, they said."

"Ah, that makes sense," Severus said, the scowl finally fading. "A sneakily dangerous drug that. Some of my Slytherins had trouble with it towards the end of the war. In small quantities, it is quite effective in treating anxiety. However, it's highly addictive and to keep up the effect, one must use stronger and stronger doses. Often a user is in trouble before they even realize it. Good Lord, Hermione, do stop mooning over me. We have a guest."

She couldn't help it. His voice had fallen into the tone and rhythm he'd used in the classroom. Thank all that was sacred that she'd been too intimidated by him at school to notice the true effect of that voice. She was getting wet just listening to him.

"By all means, Hermione, give it a rest," Harry muttered, clearly uncomfortable.

She stopped her staring, but not before she noticed Severus shift slightly in his chair. He seemed to be more affected by her 'mooning' than she had guessed. She'd bet anything he was hard for her.

"How is Ron doing?" she asked, trying to get them back on subject before she pounced on Severus right in front of Harry.

"Much better. They've got him detoxed, and they're working on a way to help him with his emotions that is safe and healthy. He's really horrified by what he did, Hermione. Doesn't blame you at all, Severus, for hexing him to within an inch of his life. Said he'd have done the same. He'd like to see you, though, Hermione. He really wants to apologize."

Severus growled and Harry stared at him with wide eyes.

"That's not a good idea, Harry," Hermione said, calmly. "I find that I still want to hex him on sight for what he did to Severus, and Severus, well, he very nearly did kill him, and at that point, I may have applauded."

"Nonsense," Severus grumbled. "You are far too kind to applaud anyone's death, pet. It's you who stopped me and I am grateful for that. I'd rather not have any more blood on my hands."

"Now who's talking nonsense, love. I would have killed him myself if I hadn't been so busy taking care of you. In any event, I truly think it will be a long while before Ron is safe in my presence. Tell him I'll await his owl if he wishes, but he'd better give us a wide berth for now, at least."

"Now that you've told us your news, Potter, perhaps you'd be so kind as to bugger off."

"I will, Severus, but I haven't even finished my coffee yet."

"Suit yourself, but I warn you that I am going to finish eating my toast, and then I'm going to throw Hermione over this table and eat her."

"Arrrgh!" Harry got to his feet so quickly his chair fell over.

Putting his fingers firmly in his ears, he chanted "La la la" over and over as he dashed to the center of the room. When he had to take one finger out of his ear to grasp his wand, he said "I'm not listening!" three times very loudly. Then he turned and disappeared with a loud pop.

"Severus! There was no need to be that rude to poor Harry!" Hermione tried to chastise her love, but the fact that she was giggling probably spoiled the effect. "He might have splinched himself."

"Why be polite when being rude gets me what I want faster?" Severus stared at her as he popped the last bite of toast in his mouth and chewed slowly.

Next thing she knew, the dishes were magically clearing themselves and strong arms were lifting her to place her on her back on the table with her legs hanging over the side. Hands opened her dressing gown and pressed her thighs apart before his mouth descended on her.

"Mmmm...I do so love you, you rude bastard."

He hummed in pleasure against her clit, which knocked her right over the edge into bliss. She'd never come so fast in her life, but she'd wanted him so very badly while they'd sat talking to Harry.

Always noticing everything, as he worked her up to her second orgasm of the day, he hummed, stroking her channel with his fingers as she ground her sex against his face. Delighted with the new sensation, she chanted his name over and over as he brought her to her peak again.

"Fuck me, you rude bastard! Fuck me!"

Then he was there. Falling over her as his mouth found her breast. Thrusting into her in one powerful push. Winding his fingers into her hair as he pounded into her.

His lips made a hot trail up to her mouth where he kissed her breathless. Then his hot breath was on her ear.

"Couldn't wait. There my beautiful witch was, absolutely mooning over me, and I couldn't wait to get inside of her. I'd have told the Minister himself to bugger off. Had to have you. Never get enough of you."

With her legs dangling over the side of the table, he was hitting all the good spots with each forceful crash of his hips against hers.

"Oh, Merlin," she muttered. "Merlin I'm going to come, Severus. I love it. I love it when I come with you inside me."

He growled into her ear. "Yes, pet. Yes. Come for me. Come for me now because I am about to fill you."

She felt his cock begin to spasm. He stretched her so deliciously tightly. She felt the first rush of liquid heat against her walls and the sweet sound of him moaning her name. Then she was trembling in his arms as she followed him into bliss.

After a few sweet kisses, strong hands plucked her from the table, set her gently on her feet, and belted her robe back around her.

"You know, pet," Severus fairly purred as he padded into the kitchen to set the breakfast dishes to cleaning themselves, "you once told me that you rarely achieve orgasm from penetration alone. I do believe you need to revisit that hypothesis."

"I think you may be right, love. Obviously, my subject pool was too...small."

Merlin, but she loved that nasty low chuckle of his.

"I feel like having a nice long soak in the tub. Would you care to join me, Severus?"

"I need to pop down to the shop and have a quick word with Marta. If you are still in the bath when I return, I'd be delighted."

As she prepared her bath, Severus threw on some clothes and headed down to the shop. Hermione took her time getting things ready. She really hoped that if she delayed a bit, she'd have a naked and wet wizard in the tub with her.

He must have felt the same and hurried his errand. She wasn't in the tub long before Severus was slipping into the water behind her. She snuggled back against him. That's when she noticed the paperback he was holding. It obviously wasn't her copy of Daddy-Long-Legs and she wondered why he had decided to switch books.

"Lord Falken galloped his stallion down the lane to the manor house. His manly thighs rippled as he clenched the lathered sides of the horse. Perhaps he shouldn't have ridden the poor beast so hard, but it had been far too long since he'd been home. All he wanted was a stiff drink and a busty wench to warm his bed. Indeed, so hard pressed was he that the motion of the horse had his cock throbbing."

"Mmmm. First paragraph and we've got throbbing cocks already. This is going to be a good one."

"I do believe it will be, pet." One of his strong hands came around to fondle her breast as he continued to read.

"I love you, Severus."

"I love you too, pet. Now hush, I'm reading."

Hermione settled against his chest with a happy sigh to listen to her wonderful man read trash to her

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A/N: That's the end of this one, my awesome readers. I can't tell you how much fun I had writing it. Having a return to Lemontown was fun as well; haven't done that in a while.

I am in the process of adapting this into an original work (mages and a drug war). Should be done in a week or so. If you are interested in that, you'll have to go to Amazon and look for Forgotten Magic under J. A. Curley, my pen name. I have a couple of children's books under my real name, so I can't go putting erotica under that.

If you enjoy my writing style, you would probably enjoy my books. Almost all of them have a touch of romance and humor. Most have a speculative element. There's only one I would consider an all-out romance and none are erotica. You can find me on Amazon and Kindle under Julianne Q Johnson, and my books are in Kindle Unlimited as well.

I don't know when or if I'll get another Potterverse plot bunny, but I've certainly learned never to say never. ;) Until then, thanks for reading!