Weekend: Part One

Disclaimer: All characters are for J.K.R. of course. Plot thought of by Betz. The other stuff belongs to me!

As always, a big thanks to the brilliant Charmed Nay for being my beta!

"I can't believe you're just going off to Southern Wales with him. What if he bites you? You'll be the next bat of Hogwarts," Ron whined.

"Sod off, Ron. It's only a conference. You know how she is about those ruddy things," Harry said, trying to keep the peace. "Better to have him stuck escorting her than us."

Ron smiled brightly. "Too right you are, Harry. Wouldn't catch me at a ruddy conference. I mean they aren't going to say anything that you can't read about tomorrow. If you would even care to read such rubbish, that is."

"Oh, that's rich!" Hermione scowled. "It's not rubbish, Ronald! Rubbish would be going to a retched Flobberworm discussion. This is about the interaction of Arithmancy and Potions."

"Yeah, well, so long as it's not the interaction of the Arithmancy professor and the Potions master." Ron shivered. "That would be a sight. Little bushy-haired Snapes running about the castle."

"Stuff it, Ron." Harry pulled Hermione's bag off of the bed. "Stuffed everything into this one?" She nodded. "Where will you be staying?"

"Just West of Cardiff out towards the Swansea side on the coast of the Bristol Channel. There is a small Wizarding community hidden there."

"Oi! Been to Rhossili Sands already when I was younger. Right nice this time of year," Ron commented, opening Hermione's dresser. "Bloody hell. Look at this, Harry!" He held up a pair of silky, black knickers.

"Ron!" Hermione exclaimed, snatching her knickers away. "I don't appreciate your hands on my knickers. Er... in my drawers! Blast!" Both Ron and Harry began sniggering wildly. "Oh, you know what I mean," she chided.

After Ron managed to stop laughing, he said, "Well, mate, if she's leaving those home, at least we know Snape won't be seeing them!"

Harry simply smiled. "Sorry, Hermione. Ron's desperate lately. Only way he can get anywhere near someone's knickers is to steal a pair."

She rolled her eyes. "Well, it's about time for me to be off. The conference isn't until tonight, but I would like to get in some of the sites and be settled in. I'll be back Monday at some point."

"Monday?" Ron asked incredulously. "How long is this bloody conference? Don't see how anyone could stand more than an hour, meself. They ought to put up a sign saying: welcome to Cardiff, capitol of Wales, and the home of the longest, most boring conferences."

"It's just for tonight, Ron, but we're staying on so that Severus can get some ingredients. And, like I said a moment ago, I want to do a little tourism. I've seen pictures of some of the landmarks. The place we are staying in is beautiful. It's a very old, thatched cottage that they used magic on to enlarge and make many rooms for guests. Our room opens up to a lovely view of the coast."

"Hermione..." Ron's face turned pink. "Our room?"

"What of it?" she asked, suddenly angry. "Want to poke fun about it? Have your say then, you berk, so that you can have your laugh. Then, I'll be off anyway, not worrying on you or your opinion."

"My laugh?" Ron looked to Harry incredulously. "Hang on! You knew about this, didn't you, Harry? That's why you aren't saying anything! When was someone going to tell me about it? Been having a jolly time laughing behind my back at the comments I've been making, have you? Sniggering to yourselves because you both knew something I didn't!" Ron nodded. "It's mental!"

"I am sort of seeing Severus... maybe," Hermione said. "There is nothing to really say just yet. It's why nobody knows. Harry just guessed, and if you were a bit quicker on the uptake, maybe you'd have guessed too."

"Eh! No need to be saying I'm thick now! I just don't pay attention as much as I should." Ron began laughing loudly. "No wonder he worked Charlie over! He was jealous. Hahahahaha!"

Harry thrust Hermione's bag into her hands. "Go on. I'll see him to his hut, and I won't let him swipe any of your knickers."

"Thanks," Hermione said softly. She eagerly made her way to Severus' chambers. "Hi," she said breathlessly when he answered the door. He nodded his head formally.

"I trust you are ready?" When she nodded in reply, he said, "Very well. Follow me."

"Where are your things?"

He patted his pocket. He considered her for a moment before whipping out his wand. He shrunk her bag and put it into his pocket as well. "It'll be easier for us to get about this way. We're going to Apparate to the Ministry, to our prearranged Apparition point, where we'll get our Portkey. It will send us right to our cottage." He smirked at her nervous expression. "You do still want to come, don't you?" He raised an eyebrow.

"More than anything," she whispered. Not breaking his stride, he reached out to pull her hand into his. He thought about all the things that hand would be doing later. They made their way to the Ministry quickly, and she overheard a bit of conversation between Severus and Basil, the Head of the Department of Magical Transportation. It seemed that the man wanted them to take a Ministry car down to Cardiff as they were being overrun with transporting problems because of the time of the year. Vacations were beginning, and many decided to get out for a holiday.

"Certainly not," Severus said angrily. "I had this approved last week. I will not spend two hours riding down. Hell, I can Apparate there with only a couple of stops. The only reason I opted to get this was because Albus asked me to!"

"Now calm down, Severus. Go on. Take it. We just don't want people to be popping up all over and are trying to make this as safe as possible for everyone. I'm sure other, less hurried, people won't mind finding an alternative means of transportation," Basil said sourly, finally looking to Hermione. He seemed to want to say something, but Severus pulled her away.

"Bloody idiots," he grumbled. "Four seconds. Touch." As she finished mentally counting down, she felt the familiar tug behind her navel as they Portkeyed to their destination. Hermione noticed the difference right away. The air wasn't as thin or as fresh. The smell of the sea drifted to her nostrils. She could almost taste the salty air. The Wizarding community was larger than she had imagined. The streets were wide and made of cobblestone. Multiple shops and cottages lined either side of the street.

"This is us," Severus said, nodding to the large home in front of them.

She followed him inside.

The place was beautiful. Delicate, Victorian style furniture lined the rooms. The floors were made of polished wood, and beautiful rugs adorned it every so often. They had enlarged the inside using magic. The short, pudgy witch led them down a long hall to a huge door. "Now 'ere we are. The best rooms we got, they are. Go on then."

"Thanks," Hermione said kindly as the woman bustled away. The room was just as stunning as they were in the pictures that the brochure had shown. "Oh my," she said, grinning brightly. The first thing she did was run past the bed to the large doors. She flung them open, and the sea breeze whipped through her hair, tangling it wildly. The beige, sandy beach looked so inviting. "Can we go for a walk?"

"Now?" he asked, looking at her oddly.

"Of course! It's lovely! Oh, look! There is a cliff down the way. Could we?" she asked, looking at him hopefully.

"I suppose we could go and be back in time for the conference. You might want to change into something more appropriate. It looks hot out," he said, removing their bags from his pocket. He enlarged them, and with a few flicks of his wand, all of their things magically found places in the wardrobes and drawers. Without a word, he went through the masculine wardrobe, pulled out some clothes and headed for the bathroom. She went to the feminine wardrobe and found her items. There was a changing screen next to it, so she went behind it to pull off her robes and skirt. She pulled up a pair of denim Muggle shorts. The blouse she'd had under her robes was fine. She kicked off her shoes and socks, putting on sandals.

When she stepped out, she gasped. "Severus, you look nice." He had a crisp, light gray, button up shirt on with black slacks. His boots were gone and replaced by comfortable trainers. "You don't want any sandals? It will be easier to walk through the sand."

"These should be fine. I can always change them if I have any problems," he said. "Lead the way."

Hermione pulled him out behind her. She noticed his startled expression, but he didn't remove his hand from hers. The first bit of the walk was only a small trek through clumpy grass. Once on the beach, Hermione took off her sandals and ran for the water. Severus watched as the little nymph kicked and splashed around in two feet of water. He'd never seen her wear those particular clothes before, but the short denim material hugged her arse tightly. He could feel his gut jolt. Anticipation. He could care less about the damn conference. He honestly didn't want to go now that they were in the village. He just wanted to spend private time with his Hermione.

"Severus! Come here!" She waved him over.

"I don't want to get my shoes or trousers wet. I'll walk along the dry part," he said. He saw her disappointment, but he didn't want to get his clothing wet. Nor did he want to take off his shoes or wear... short trousers. Merlin! If they met up with someone, he'd be a laughingstock. The beach seemed to be deserted, however, which was odd. There had been many people in the cottage and on the street.

"Oh, come on! You can dry them or change." She looked to him expectantly. Remembering that this weekend was about making her happy and winning her over, he took off his shoes and socks, and he flicked his wand to change his shoes into sandals while stuffing the socks into his pocket. He also altered his pants to where they only reached mid calf. He shrunk his sandals and hers. He placed both pairs in his pocket.

Hermione giggled. She hadn't the heart to tell him that his pants now looked a bit feminine. She was simply happy that he'd relented for her. "Excellent!"

The water was cool despite the warm weather, and the wet, clumpy sand felt odd squishing between his toes. Each remained silent as they walked towards the cliff in the distance. It was Hermione who spoke first. "Have you brought any other friends here before?"

"No."

She smiled. "I'm glad to be the first."

"As am I."

She paused to look at him for a moment. What was that supposed to mean? It dawned on her that apparently he'd figured out that she'd never been intimate with anyone. Well, she'd as much as told him, and he'd overheard what the boys and Charlie had said. In fact, it was a relief that he knew. There was not as much pressure to prove herself to him. Severus wouldn't expect her to be some sex goddess. She took his hand, and they continued walking.

"Severus, do you ever feel like you want to do something else aside from teaching?"

"I do other things," he said. "Holidays are the times I use for independent research and such. Though I don't like that most of the dunderheads that breeze through my class will never amount to much by the way of potions, I admit that I enjoy Hogwarts and would choose no other place to work." He looked at her for a moment. "What about you?"

"No. Teaching is the best decision that I could have made. I really like it. It feels as though I'm making a difference. My parents would have liked me to do something else with my life, but it's my life, after all. I think I can choose my own career, thanks," she said softly, squeezing his hand.

"It suits you," he agreed. "How many boyfriends have you had?" He hoped she wouldn't be offended. He knew the answer of course, but she didn't know that he knew.

"None, really. I mean, Viktor and I were merely good friends. He lived so far away, that it didn't really pay to try to make things work." She grinned. "I fancied Ron for a while, but that never went anywhere. There was that one date with Charlie, the tosser. That's about it. Is that all right?"

"Indeed it is," he said, smirking at her. Her body would be his. The body he'd been fantasizing about for the past few months. Only his.

"You?"

"Me?" What the hell was she talking about?

"Yes. Have you had many girlfriends?"

"A fair few," he said mysteriously.

Blast! She wanted him to mention something about that Lonnie woman. "Any recent girlfriends?"

He chuckled. "Girlfriends? No. Acquaintances? Yes." Well, that didn't bloody help! "You seem puzzled."

"Well, I just thought... someone like you... would always have someone," she hinted.

"Someone like me?" He was clearly puzzled. Did she really find him that attractive? He knew he wasn't the best looking man. There were a few things that he could change for the better, but he also knew there were many things that he wouldn't change. Once a woman had been with him, she would never forget him. He was a most brilliant man, after all. Especially in bed.

"Someone as appealing and mysterious as you. Women, I'm told, flock to the sensual, brooding type." She smiled softly at his taken aback expression.

"Are you attracted to this?" He pointed to himself.

"Of course. I wouldn't be here otherwise," she said lightly. "Look!" She dropped his hand and sped forward a few feet. Hermione picked up a large, peach shell. "It's so pretty. Look how the sun brings out some other colors!" She put it back down.

"Keep it."

"Right," she said with a smile, picking it back up. "Oh! Can we go there first? It looks to be some sort of little cove."

"All right," he agreed. They talked about little things for the entire walk to the small inlet. "Look at the little wading pool." Hermione grinned. There was a small cavern on the side of the mountain, and the small bay was very private. It appeared that the tide had gone down and left some water trapped in a small little pool. She peered down and saw many little living things scampering about.

"Damn," Severus murmured.

"What is it?" She noted the annoyed expression on his face.

"Rain."

She looked around. The sky seemed blue and clear to her. There was a change in the breeze though. It had picked up slightly and had a wet feel to it. He could be right. "Where?"

"Let's go take shelter under there. It'll likely pass quickly enough. It will blow in momentarily. Do you not feel the sudden drop in temperature? The change in the wind?"

"Only because you mentioned it," she said unobtrusively. The little cavern was quite cozy. Severus had placed a Cushioning Spell beneath them. A few moments later, the rain had found them. It seemed to be a bit more than a simple afternoon rain. The sky had darkened, the clouds had changed from cottony white puffballs to menacing thunderclouds. The lightning and thunder had Hermione getting closer to Severus. Even the color of the water seemed to change. "Good Lord," she said, flinching at a sudden crackle of lightning.

"Come to me," he said quietly, placing his arm around her to pull her to him. When she snuggled closely, he inhaled her intoxicating, tangy scent. He would have to try to recreate the scent with a potion. He could always smell her that way. She tilted her head up to look into his eyes. Ever so slowly their faces drifted together. After one slight brush of his lips against hers, he pulled back to take in her expression. Acceptance. Her eyes closed slowly as she tilted upward again, so he moved his lips back to hers. This time he suckled her bottom lip for a moment, and then moved to suckle her top lip. As he moved back down to her bottom lip, her lips parted. He ran his tongue along its opening, letting her know that he would like to taste her mouth. His free hand had found and cupped her jaw while both of her hands had found their marks. One was firmly gripping his back to keep him from moving away while the other was softly caressing his face.

The moment his tongue entered the moist warmth of her mouth, he felt a burning sensation begin to build in his stomach. He immediately intensified the kiss. His tongue and mouth were demanding that hers pay homage to him. Hermione kissed him deeply, and her hand left his cheek to move down to his chest. He growled when he felt her fingers delicately graze his bare chest through the opened top buttons on his shirt. This gave him the incentive to do a little exploring as well. The arm that was around her body to keep her close went lax as his hand moved down to grope her well-rounded arse. His other hand left her cheek and fell to her breast. "Oh," she moaned as his fingers brushed her hardening nipple. After a few minutes of fondling and kissing, Severus realized that somehow they'd managed to lie down together. Hermione was beneath him and, to his approval, responding eagerly. Pulling away from her lips, he studied her face.

Finally, her eyes opened for him again. Each was oblivious to the storm still raging all around them. When she smiled shyly, he smiled back. "Hermione, are you all right with this?"

"Yes."

"I want to do things to you, with you. I need you," he said seductively.

"Yes."

Severus wondered what the hell had happened to her normal chatter. "Yes?"

"Anything for you, Severus," she said, bringing her lips up to meet his for another scorching kiss.

Those words of agreement, and the underlying proclamation, put Severus into action. He would have her right there. Out in the open, during a raging storm, in their small, yet cozy cavern, he would have her.

Shit! Damn! He suddenly remembered the last time he had been naked at the waist with her. He had charmed his bits to be larger than normal. Severus had fixed that as soon as she had left, but he'd forgotten to charm away the blasted mark on his inner thigh. The only thing that he had there was a faint scar, but he'd embellished it to look like an hourglass shaped birthmark in hopes of throwing her off of his true identity should she ever see him naked. How could he have forgotten that? He moved back. "I need to... relieve myself," he said with a blush. "I shall not be long."

Severus moved further down and lowered his trousers to pretend he was urinating. The slight foliage hid him enough to where she could not actually see what he was doing. He pointed his wand at the mark and with a whisper, he felt the color and size melt away. He looked down. Ah. Only the little scar was left. She'd never put this together. Smugly, he began to fasten his pants again. A thought occurred to him. Why fasten them? He was about to take them off anyway. He simply pulled them off, leaving only his underpants. With his trousers draped over his arm, he walked back to his beloved. Severus nearly fainted.

Hermione's fingers trembled as she unbuttoned her blouse. She left it open and began to unfasten her denim shorts. When she unzipped them, she let them fall to the stone floor. She heard a male gasp, and she looked up to meet Severus' eyes. Had she made a mistake? Why was he staring at her knickers? "I thought it would be okay," said Hermione nervously. She noticed that his trousers were gone as well. His pale, lean, slightly hairy legs were bare for her to see. They were great! Lord, he had big feet. She smiled. They'd had the same idea. If he'd undressed, then it was fine that she had.

"It's perfect," he said, dropping his trousers and walking forward in what appeared to be a daze. His lips met hers for a burning kiss, and his hands dipped into her open blouse. One snaked around to hold her at the small of her back while the other found its way to her silkily clad breast.

She moaned into his mouth. Her eager fingers made their way to his buttons on his shirt. She pulled the first one loose and made for the second one.

This time he had to stifle a yelp, for when she'd pulled the button through its hole, she'd pulled out a chest hair.

Taking his movement to mean he approved, she carried on.

He decided to unfasten her bra. It was one of those sneaky fasten in the front types. Had his sharp eyes not seen the clasp between her breasts, he would have probably been fumbling around on her back like an unpracticed boy. Again, he had to muffle a yelp as a hair was caught with the button she'd unfastened. Breaking the kiss, he stilled her hands with his own. Looking into her eyes intently, he unbuttoned the remaining buttons with crafty precision. Unabashedly, he shrugged out of his shirt and let it fall to the ground. This left only his now tenting boxer shorts on his body.

He reached out to pull off her shirt. It fell easily. Next, his hands moved to the strap on her left shoulder. He pulled it down to her elbow before moving to the right side to repeat his actions. Severus cupped one breast and firmly pulled the fabric away, taking care to brush her needy nipples as he did so. The bra fell down to mix with their other clothing. "Now we're even," he whispered, bringing his lips to her neck to suckle on her flesh.

Hermione bit her lip. This man knew exactly how to make her excited. She didn't want to meet his eyes. What if he didn't like her naked body? Did she compare to Lonnie? As Severus found the little niche behind her earlobe, she whimpered slightly, and her body plastered to his. She gasped as she felt his erection jutting into her stomach. "I'm just a wee bit randy," said Severus, chuckling lightly. "You are so beautiful. You always do this to me. Every time I ..." Blast! He'd almost given himself away about spying on her! "...look at your lovely face and figure, I want you."

This declaration made Hermione feel better. So, he didn't find her body too thick or oddly shaped. He accepted her as she was. He was staring at her expectantly. Was she supposed to tell him the same? For some reason, that didn't sit well with her. She could just see the sneer on his face if she told him he was lovely. "Thanks," she said meekly. "If it's any consolation, you make my pulse quicken when you are near. For a while now."

What would Libertine tell her to do right now? Make the move. Touch him. Right then. She tipped her head up to kiss his lips softly while her hand glided down his chest to his back and over his bum. Giving his cheek a tight squeeze had her feeling even more excited. This was Severus. They were only wearing their shreddies. They were going to make love... finally.

Severus quickly pulled her down with him onto the floor. The Cushioning Charm was still working, thank Merlin, and he laid her on her back while he covered her body with his. "Hermione, you do know that I am about to make you mine, don't you? If we do this, I'll not ever think of you as anything other than belonging to me. I won't tolerate any Weasleys hanging about. Can you deal with that? Are you prepared?"

She felt like he already possessed her. No Weasley or any other man would tempt her the way he did, but she wouldn't feel completely good about this if she didn't ask one question. "Will you abandon all others and belong to me only?" In that moment, lightning flashed just behind them. The beauty of Severus Snape's face looming over her with a crackling storm raging behind him would forever be etched in her mind.

"Yes," he hissed before capturing her lips with his.

Ha! Take that, Lonnie! He's mine! What was that feeling? He was sort of grinding against her, and his penis was rubbing against her sex. They both had thin clothing shielding their private areas, but she could still feel him rubbing against her. And it felt bloody brilliant. One hand propped his body over hers, one was administering pleasure to her breasts, his mouth was torturing her neck area, and his hard penis was gliding over her crux.

Experiencing all the sensations at once had her writhing beneath him. "Oh, good Lord, Severus, what are you doing to me?"

"I'm getting you ready for me." He began nibbling and suckling her more forcefully. His thumb and index finger were teasing her hard nipple. "I'm going to remove our underwear, Hermione."

She nodded and ached for him to return when he scooted away to reach for his wand. With two small swishes, she felt the wild breeze hitting her bare skin completely. It was an odd feeling, really. To be naked in the stormy elements with her lover was an exciting experience. Severus slid back over her, positioning himself between her legs. He licked his way up from her stomach to her breasts while his fingers played with her sensitive nub and lightly delved into her waiting wetness.

"It's... that feels really good," she mumbled nearly incoherently.

"There are so many things I want to do to you, love. We have all weekend. Everything I have ever thought about doing to you, we shall do. I'm going to make you a woman in this moment, Hermione. My woman. Our first time may not be as pleasant as I would like, for either of us, but I will spend the rest of my life making it up to you." With that said, his mouth found hers, and the hand that had been between them moved his hard shaft just over her crux. He began rolling the tip of his penis back and forth, round and round.

These feelings began developing rapidly. Waves of something seemed to be coming for her mind, trying to take her over. She could feel some wetness leaking off of him onto her. It felt... pleasant. "Oh... aah..." She moaned loudly. He paused for a moment, and she reflexively slapped his back.

"Ow! What was that for?" She'd bloody hit him!

"Why did you stop?" she asked hotly, panting in frustration. "Something was... happening!"

"It sounded like I was hurting you," he said curtly. All of a sudden, he grinned devilishly. "You liked that, did you?" She nodded, and he began again.

Almost immediately, the feelings started building. This must be an orgasm! She felt her sex being breached. Hermione kept her eyes closed tightly. She couldn't believe she was having sex and liking it! It didn't even hurt!

Hermione didn't realize that her nails were scraping across his back; nor did she notice that one leg had possessively clamped over one of his. "Severus, oh my... yes," she said in a high-pitched tone.

"Come for me," he whispered in her ear. At her moaning, his mouth clamped over hers. Severus felt as if he was feeding off of her sensuous energy released through her erotic cries of bliss. It took sheer strength of willpower to keep from coming along with her. Her cries sounded so enticing. He felt her insides clamping around his finger and felt the digit become soaked with bodily fluids as she came for him.

She's so tight. If she feels this good just to my finger, imagine how she will feel once I am entrenched inside of her. Her pleasure convulsions began subsiding, so he slowed his rubbing while removing his finger. He'd never rubbed the head of his cock on a woman to make her come before, but he couldn't help the need to do this. He wanted to feel her orgasm as intimately as possible. Her half lidded eyes opened, and she smiled lazily. He smiled back and kissed her nose.

Unable to resist, he brought his finger to his lips and sucked her wetness off of it. He growled. Hermione was delectable, and he had to be one with her. Immediately. "I need to be inside of you," he said darkly. She was extremely wet and ready. He knew that he wouldn't have much trouble sliding in to claim what was his.

"Hmmm?" Wasn't he just in there? They'd just had an orgasm. Or, at least, she had. Her first of many. How could he have said that her first time might not be all that pleasurable? He was moving just a bit, and she felt him probing at her entrance again.

"I want to see you. Open your eyes," he commanded softly. Her eyes opened. He moved his hand down to be sure that he was positioned perfectly. Tipping his head into her folds at the perfect angle, he said, "Put both legs around my waist."

She mumbled a lazy agreement, moving her limp limbs to weakly clamp onto him. Orgasms sure did use up much of a girl's energy!

Severus pulled back and plunged in deeply, tearing her maidenhood away with one stroke. Hermione's eyes widened, and she howled with pain or surprise. He couldn't be sure which. "It'll get better. It's best to push in all at once, love."

"I thought..." She felt like a pillock! "Didn't you just...?"

It dawned on Severus that she thought they'd had just had sex. His naïve lover had much to learn. Her tight canal hugged him snugly. Severus probably should have waited, should have made her first time be in their comfortable bed. He pulled all the way out slowly and inched back in gently, never removing his eyes from hers. She was stretching to accommodate his girth, and her warm wetness was like a beacon inviting him home. Her legs tightened around him almost painfully. Hermione's back had arched just a little. "Are you all right, Hermione?" She nodded. "You felt ready for me. So hot and wet. I needed to be inside of you."

She tangled her hands in his hair and pulled his face down to hers for a kiss. When he pulled away, she didn't move her hands. "Keep your eyes on me," she whispered bravely, nudging her pelvis upward into his.

With a light groan, he pulled out again and slid in more quickly.

"Oh."

"All right, Hermione?"

"Yes."

Severus set a slow pace at first, allowing her to move with him. In her eyes, he saw awe, pleasure, acceptance, and, dare he dream, love? Never in his life had he been so gentle with a lover. He fit perfectly within her. Every inch of him was pulled into her depth while his thick girth was ensnared securely. Somehow this woman had bewitched him completely. He could feel the burning ache for release beginning to build up. Quickening his pace, he was pleased that she was keeping up, stroke for stroke. He slid his hand between then, and his little temptress twitched and arched into him provocatively. He had to come, and he wanted to take her along with him. Sliding one finger between them, he played with her sensitive spot once again as he quickened his strokes.

"It's coming back," she murmured, closing her eyes.

He wanted to tell her to open her eyes, but only a groan escaped his lips. He pounded into her rapidly, guiding their way to a peak. "Good God, Hermione!" he exclaimed as a rather large wave of climax hit him. This, along with his practiced ministrations, brought a squeal of delight from her lips. He began to feel a deep quaking from within just as his seed began spilling into her to mingle with her scorching womanly juices. Together they rocked, moaned, and climaxed. Their eyes met and locked, as did their lips. He lay over her for a long while after, trying to see into her soul. "You are beautiful. You are mine."

"I am yours, Severus, but you are also mine." She moved a bit, noting he was not as hard as he had been. "I feel sticky."

He raised an eyebrow and smirked. "Really now?"

"Don't you... feel that?" She moved again, feeling his penis twitch within her. It would never cease to amaze her how men's things could move about like they had minds of their own.

"Keep that moving up, and we'll never get back to the room. I think I could take you again," he growled seductively, nuzzling her neck. He looked up and saw that the storm had blown over. The murky sea looked a bit brown. There was only a light drizzle. "I have an idea," he said quietly, pulling away from her. He scooped her up before she had a chance to protest. "The sea will wash us off and soothe you." He waded out into the bay until the water was at his chest.

She was holding onto him as if her life depended on it. He wondered if she was frightened, but decided not to mention it. Severus didn't mind her body clinging to his. He reached down to cup her mound and moved a finger into her. As expected, she gasped and moved against it.

"It hurts a little," she said.

"I'm going to be gentle. I'll just move it a bit and stretch you. The salty, soothing sea will clean us and heal you, love." She put her head on his shoulder and opened her legs, wrapping them around him slightly.

It didn't take long for his finger to start delving deeper into her and more rapidly. To her surprise, it didn't hurt as much. She only whimpered slightly when he added a second finger. She opened her mouth to allow her tongue to reach out and lick his throat. She heard his slight gasp. Emboldened, she traced a slight path along his neck, nibbling and sucking along the way. One hand clung to his neck, but the other traveled down to his midsection. She grinned when she felt his completely hard erection.

Briefly, she thought of Libertine. They were nearly the same size, though Severus did feel a little bigger. She slid her hand lower to cup his bollocks. They were definitely smaller than Libertine's, but felt perfectly rounded. Remembering Libertine's instructions, she gripped her lover firmly and began moving up and down to return the favor he was bestowing on her.

Severus sucked in a deep breath. Good Lord! She'd remembered her lesson well. If she kept this up, he would spill again. He was glad to know that she had only done this with him. Her movements were so precise; he would have wondered where she'd learned it otherwise. The quicker and deeper his fingers maneuvered her flesh, the quicker and firmer her strokes would be. He could take no more. "I want to be in you."

"How? In the water?"

"Like this," he said, pulling her over his waiting shaft. "Ease onto me. Do it at your own pace, love."

"All right," she said softly, cheeks reddening.

He felt her hand guiding him into her. He had to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from plowing into her. Once he was sheathed all he way in, they both moved slowly.

"It feels odd. Good, but odd." She had one hand around his neck, the other on his back, and her legs firmly wrapped around him to ensure that she had a grip on him. Hermione began moving quicker, and she felt something different welling up inside of her. It was that same feeling, yet a different type. Trying to chase the feeling, she began moving with wild abandon. Severus gladly moved with her, but he allowed her to lead him.

He couldn't believe his shy, naïve, little witch had relaxed so much with him to be completely comfortable and free with him. The Libertine lessons had been a benefit to both of them. If making love to her always felt this way, then he could envision a long and happy life with her at his side. "Oh, yes," he groaned as she rotated her hips to grind down in swift, circular motions.

"Ooh... yes... Severus!"

He felt her entire body trembling, and her insides squeezed him, coaxing his semen out. His body complied as he came with her.

"Hermione," he whispered into her ear. He held her and allowed the slight waves to push them back towards the shore. Lazily, they crawled onto the sand, still partially in the water. Each had spent a great amount of energy in a little time. Her eyes were closed, and a small smile played at her lips. Severus propped himself up on one elbow to watch her. Strands of wet, salted hair were plastered to her face. He brushed them away and began kissing her cheeks. It seemed that she had dozed off.

All of his dreams were finally coming true. Hermione was no longer a fantasy. She was a reality. He told her that she would belong to him if they consummated their relationship, and she had agreed. She had even told him that he was hers as well. He wondered if she was on the potion. Dare he worry on it? Before he would never have cared. Anything to have her. To trap her. To keep her. That had all changed now that he knew he had a future with her. He wanted time to enjoy her, to build a solid relationship before they had children, if ever.

He would have to ask her about it. As Libertine, he had told her that the wizard handled that, but that was when he'd intended to do what he had to do to bond himself with her somehow. It felt... dishonest to trick her now. Severus lifted the exhausted witch in his arms and carried her back to their little cavern. With his wand, he used magic to dry them and to put their clothes back on. He also cleaned up the slight mess that their first coupling had left behind. He decided to conjure a makeshift mattress, lie down, and hold her closely.

Nearly an hour later, Severus was awoken by soft kisses being placed on his throat.

"Hi," she said shyly.

"Hi," he said silkily. "Nice rest?"

"Mmmm hmmm," she said. "You?"

"Nice everything."

She blushed prettily. "I wonder if we've missed the conference."

"Hell, what conference?" It was true. He didn't care about the ruddy thing. His sole purpose of this trip was to spend time with her anyway.

Hermione giggled. "Are you hungry?"

As if on cue, his stomach growled. "I suppose that I could eat. Would you object to a hot meal in front of our cozy fire? A little wine, perhaps?"

It sounded so romantic. Who would have thought that Severus Snape had this side to him? "I would like that. I would also like to wash the sea off of me in that fabulous waterfall shower in our room."

"I will be tempted to join you," he admitted, leaning over to kiss her lips.

"Severus?"

"Yes, Hermione?"

"What happens now?"

"What do you want to happen?"

"I want whatever you want... maybe."

"Maybe?" A long pause. "Hermione?"

"What if I want more than you are willing to give?"

"Impossible."

"Is it, Severus? What do you want then?"

"Everything. For always."

"All right. Let's take this weekend to learn all that we can about each other. We'll see if we are meant to be." She hugged him closely. "I would like for always as well."

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That night as Severus slept, Hermione thought about all that had happened. After they'd roused earlier, they'd come back to the room and showered together. There was no lovemaking, only long, languid kisses. He'd surprised her by washing her body and hair. He'd allowed her to wash him in return. She would have made love with him again in the shower if he had asked, but there was no rush. They had three nights to enjoy each other. After the shower, he'd dried her hair and brushed it for her. They had helped each other to dress before sauntering off to the living area where he had ordered their dinner. The evening couldn't have been more perfect.

She was sure that Severus knew her entire life story. He'd asked so many questions. It hadn't gone unnoticed by Hermione that he'd only answered some questions about his past before deftly changing the subject. She supposed that those answers would come at some point in the future.

It wasn't until after they'd made love long after their dinner, and until Severus had fallen asleep, that she'd thought about Libertine. Where was he? Who was he? Would he find as much happiness as she had hopefully found with Severus? She hoped so. She may not truly know him, but he deserved to be happy. Poor bloke.

Libertine and Severus had so many similarities. Both were gentle yet firm. Their bodies were very similar in build, and their hair was nearly the same length. Libertine's hair had been altered by magic though. He'd told her that he'd changed it. She wondered what his true length and color was. Would he have silky, fine, black hair like her lover? Messy brown hair like Harry? Both men had large... penises. Severus' was bigger though, but it could be that she was biased. And, having had a better look, his bollocks were cuter than Libertine's. Hermione narrowed her eyes. Severus had a small, white scar on his inner thigh. Libertine had a large, dark birthmark shaped like an hourglass on his inner thigh. She tried to remember exactly where the mark was on her gigolo, but all she could see was Severus' tiny scar. She shrugged her shoulders. Who cared?

Hermione wondered about Lonnie. She could probably try to find her. She didn't want to talk to the woman, but she would like to see what she looked like, to see if she was possibly lacking in any way. Eventually, Severus would likely tell her the entire truth about his past and his many women. This only bothered Hermione slightly. He belonged to her now. He'd promised that no other would come between them. He wanted everything with her, for always. In her eyes, that meant love even though the words had not been spoken. It could be that her lover had become just as attached to her prior to this little rendezvous as she with him.

Everything. For always. His words. She would cherish them forever. She pushed all thoughts of his ex-lovers out of her mind. They were before her. There was no use making a big deal out of something she couldn't change. He'd had a life before her, as had she. Her sex life hadn't been much, but she had paid a man to see her. She'd even given the man an orgasm through the assistance of her hands. She certainly didn't want to answer for that, so she would leave the past just where it was. In the past. For now.