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Chapter 27 – Warmth

Severus was a wreck. He had planned for this evening and was impatiently awaiting Hermione's arrival. He was in a foul mood. Everyone must know what they would be doing tonight! He didn't like it, not one bit. He had half a mind to not do anything and keep them all guessing!

He tried to think about how to go about his first time with Hermione. He had only one experience with a virgin: Moira. That had been a disaster. He wondered if he should change his clothes into pajamas or perhaps that would scare her. He shook his head. No, he would remain in his teaching robes and not assume. She may not even be ready to make love. After all, they had kissed and had one unfortunate experience with over-the-clothes masturbation that had left him sated, but her wanting. He hung his head. How could I be such a selfish git?

When she knocked on his door, he jumped and had to take a deep breath before greeting her.

He opened the door forcefully. She blinked slowly and shuddered.

"Have I arrived at a bad time?"

"No!" he snapped. Then, he calmed down. "Please, come in, Miss Granger."

She walked in, and he noticed she was not wearing her school robes.

Thank God! he thought. The last thing he wanted was to have the image of being a lecher after a schoolgirl!

She was dressed rather nicely in her Muggle clothes. She wore a modest, yet attractive dress that showed her maturity and true age. She wasn't a girl anymore. She was a woman. He watched her as she walked slowly through his sitting room. She was wearing a mid-calf length, wine colored dress that made a delicious swishing noise against her black silk stockings as she walked. She wore black heels that were quite lovely on her feet. She was completely dressed. There was no shock or flash of bare skin to entice him. Even her sleeves were long. There were no plunging necklines or daring slits, just a row of buttons up one side. He looked at her back, and there was nothing backless or peeking. She was completely covered; yet, she looked as if she were naked.

"Have you finished?" she asked softly.

He brought his eyes up to hers and realized he had been ogling her like a common man on the street.

"I apologize," he murmured as he walked to his liquor cabinet.

"Don't apologize," she said with a strange lilt to her voice. "It was quite stimulating."

He looked at her as she came closer towards him. She wore her hair down in soft waves that framed her oval face. She wore make-up...not a lot, just enough that he would be able to notice. Her eyes were darkened with a definition of color to bring out their largeness. She was striking, and he felt hopelessly lost.

He cleared his throat as he found his composure again. "Well, you have officially ended your schooling. I thought a nice Muggle claret would be apropos, or would you prefer sherry or port? I apologize again, I thought champagne would be a bit over the top."

She smiled and said, "I think I would like the claret. I adore French wine. Although, I've never had any from Bordeaux."

"I took the liberty of purchasing a bottle for us to enjoy, if you would prefer," he asked stiffly.

Hermione swallowed a giggle. It would not do to tell Severus that he was acting like a butler.

Instead, she smiled gracefully and asked, "What vintage is it?"

"It is an eighty-three Margaux. I was told it was an excellent year," he said deeply. "Shall I pour?" he asked.

"Of course," she replied. She went to examine his bookshelves. They covered the entire wall, save for a lovely fireplace in the middle. A cheery fire was crackling. She ran her fingers along a few of the bindings of the hundreds of books he had in his collection. Suddenly, she felt a warm presence behind her.

She turned and drew in her breath when she realized how close he was to her. She took her glass from him, and he gave a toast, "Congratulations, Miss Granger, on the success of both your endeavors," he said with a sly smile.

"What would those endeavors be, Professor?" she asked demurely as she sipped on her wine.

"Oh, your two-fold plan on completing your education here at Hogwarts and seducing me. At least that was what I was told," he answered. Then, he took a sip of his wine.

She considered him for a moment and asked daringly, "Have I been successful? In both endeavors?" she added pointedly.

"Very," he said drawled.

"Thank you, Professor," she said sweetly.

They both took a sip, and he kept his eyes on her. After a bit of silence, he said in a rich velvet tone, "You must call me Severus, Hermione. After all, I am no longer one of your teachers."

"I'm so glad," she said suddenly.

"Glad?" he asked.

"I can't tell you how glad I am this day has arrived. So much has happened between last May and today. I can scarcely believe it has only been seven months," she said softly with a bright smile.

Seven months, he thought sadly.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

He looked at her sharply and was taken aback at how tuned in she was with his emotions. He gave her a reassuring smile. "Nothing. I sometimes get a bit stuck at times, but I think I've figured how to find my way out."

She placed her wine glass on the table next to where she stood and took his away as well.

She looked into his eyes, and he could see how open and willing she was to connect with him. "I wanted for so long for you to see me as a woman and not a girl. I admit there were times I doubted you ever would," she said warmly.

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He had not felt warmth for so long. It had died out so long ago, and with just an earnest look, she had reach deep inside and touched the frozenness he had endured for so long with her warmth right into his core.

He took her hands in his and brought them to his lips. They were so small in his. However, he liked the feel of them, the gentleness they promised. For so long, he had been afraid of young women and their pretty claws that threatened to tear him to shreds. He had wondered many times if she would shred him as Lily had.

He looked into her eyes and saw an absence of pain. There was only joy and anticipation written on her face. She had weighed the possibilities and the cost a long time ago and had decided on him. She had never loved any other man or wizard. He was the only one. It was all he ever truly wanted, to be the only one, the first, the best, the most loved, the most adored.

He kissed her hands, turning her palms upwards and kissed lightly on her wrists. He did not want to rush this, not this. She gasped lightly as he flicked his tongue over each wrist, letting his hair brush across her palms. He slowly turned to look into her eyes and took her face into his hands. She tipped her head back, and he lowered his lips onto hers. It was agonizingly delicate and tender. She felt so lush and easy to touch. Her hands wound underneath his shoulders and around his back. She loved the feel of the scratchy wool underneath her hands. He felt her body cling to his in urgency, and he succumbed to the strength of her ardor.

He had always been the aggressor in his sexual encounters. He was always the one who wanted, not the wanted. It was intoxicating to be at the mercy of a woman who wanted him, who had wanted him for so long.

She was so innocent, he could tell, as her attempts to draw him in were shy and intense as she hungrily kissed him. He began to lower the zipper on her dress, and she drew her lips from his to look into his eyes one last time. This would be last time she would look at him as Miss Granger. After tonight, she would forever be Hermione.

They took their time to undress and uncover each another. He was amazed at how she regarded his body. As she discovered each stage of his nakedness, she treated it as a gift to be cherished. He found himself lost in time, drinking in her curly hair, which was so soft to the touch, and her large brown eyes that enveloped him like a warm blanket.

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He watched her shyly reveal her breasts to him, unaware that he had already seen how bountiful they were. He had ached to touch her back then and now he took her breasts to his lips with trembling hands. She is a natural at lovemaking, he thought to himself. It took so little effort for her to open up for him. He hooked his thumbs over her stockings that strangely went right up to her waist and slowly peeled them down. He looked up at her flushed face, her eyes closed, and mouth slightly open in pleasure as he lazily flicked and licked one pert, rosy nipple. He was happily pleased to find there were no knickers with which to be dealt. Before he realized it, she had already parted her thighs, and he was resting between them. He leaned back and stroked them from her waist to her knee, urging her to spread further.

"Touch yourself, Hermione," he whispered deeply. "I want to watch you."

He held her thighs apart and watched her small fingers part the curly mound to reveal the glistening pink folds hidden inside as she manipulated herself into an ecstatic frenzy. He held her trembling limbs as she began to shatter. Each soft cry that escaped her lips was precious.

"Severus," she panted.

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She was caught up in her orgasm when he tenderly eased into her.

"Oh, Hermione," he breathed as he felt her satiny sheath mold around him.

She was panting and holding her breath intermittently, and he hushed her, urging her to open her eyes and trust him.

She groaned, and he scooped her into his arms, resting on his elbows as he began to move in her. He whispered to her how to move, how to enjoy his presence inside her.

"Please, help me," she whispered softly.

He stopped and looked into her face. Her eyes were shining and moist.

"Please, help me," she asked again desperately.

"Do you want me to stop?" he asked breathlessly.

"No," she groaned. "I need a deeper angle."

He chuckled at her frustration and kissed her gently on her rosy lips. He took her legs, wound them around his waist, and tilted her slightly. He began to thrust into her urgently and purposefully. Her eyes and his smile grew wider and wider with each stroke, he out of erotic pleasure and she out of discovering the thrill of being taken and filled.

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She was crying out as he withdrew in order to re-penetrate her. She was so inviting, so pliant, he was unable to stop his mouth from spilling everything in his heart. His love, his need, and his desire for her came tumbling out in a torrent of words.

Hermione felt the ache leave her body from his stretching of her, and a feeling of his presence inside her body surprised her with its rightness. She was enthralled with the wizard moving over her and inside her. He was taking over everything, and she did not care. He could have it all. His body was so solid and powerful, she felt her body shiver and tingle from the power of his possession of her. She began to cry out wildly, pleading for him to drive into her harder as her orgasm rippled through her.

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She never would have believed that a man so seemingly cold could be so cozy and inviting. Heat radiated from him as he picked up his pace. She was holding on as he grasped onto her hips driving them to completion. She felt light and hazy as he exploded inside her with a desperate cry of her name that fell like a blessing from his lips.

He sank onto her and panted as she stroked his hair. He had never felt this way in his entire life. She refused him to leave her; she clung to him, and he found a home nestled between her breasts. He slept then, and she was overjoyed.

***

They woke in the night, stirring and stroking each other. She couldn't fight off the giggles that overcame her as he found her ticklish spot on her waist.

"I have a confession to make," he said as he smirked. "A rather naughty one."

"Really?" she asked, instantly intrigued.

"Remember when I told you not to help me anymore when I was wounded? When you were in my room being my mediwitch?"

"Yes, you cruel man!" she said angrily. "You broke my heart. I thought we had made a connection."

"We did!" he admitted. "Unfortunately, you were out of bounds, you saucy minx! What did you expect? I couldn't do anything about it. Then there was that night..."

"What night?" she interrupted.

"I couldn't sleep, so I went walking. I passed your door, and it was ajar. I saw you."

"Oh my God!" she said in mortification. She hid her face in her hands and drew her knees to her chest shaking her head in disbelief.

He laughed wickedly. "I told you it was naughty! There you were with your lovely thighs open wide. I could see your pretty, pink..."

"Oh, hush!" she snapped in embarrassment as she clamped her hand over his mouth. He laughed richly at her shyness.

She slapped him lightly on the chest. "Did you watch...everything?" she asked nervously.

"Yes," he said drawn out as he swiftly descended over her again and teased her nose slowly with his own. "I watched every exquisite second and was incredibly aroused by your enthusiasm."

"Mmm, I love the way you talk," she murmured.

He kissed her and whispered against her lips as he slowly slid his hand down around the curves of her body, "I couldn't help myself. I was so hard; I couldn't stop. I saw you, calling my name, your thighs so open and inviting, begging me to relieve you, telling me to go harder and deeper inside you. I saw your fingers moving in desperation. In the moonlight, I could see you were wet and ready for me...only me. I loved how libidinous you were. You couldn't spread your legs far enough. You were so innocent and frustrated. If you had only been two months older, I would have strode in and kissed your pretty kitty."

She gasped, and a blush crept across her face. Severus was surprised that even in her embarrassment, she would not be deterred from what she wanted. She wrapped her arms around him. "Please, now, Severus. I need you."

He smiled smugly, knowing his words would make her dripping with need. He possessed her and furiously drove into her as she shrieked and screamed his name. He made damn sure her legs were properly separated for their mutual enjoyment.

***

"I don't think I ever enjoyed my name before tonight. You have a wonderful way of saying it," he mused as he nibbled on her right breast.

"You're making me blush!" she said shyly.

He chuckled. He took her breasts in his hands and kneaded them. "I have neglected them shamelessly," he teased.

He suckled one until Hermione was keening helplessly against him. He switched breasts and swirled his tongue around the nipple, listening to her moaning that was like a beautiful song. He took them both and pushed them together, suckling on both nipples.

"Oh my God!" she panted as she arched her back, thrusting her breasts into him wantonly.

His cock found its way home without his help, and she shuddered. He drew out an orgasm that left him shocked and terrified, for she said,

"I'll never want another man inside me, Severus. Only you."

He looked up at her and stared long at hard into her face. She was deliberately opening her mind to him, and he was afraid to look. His curiosity overcame him, and he brushed against it. She was so honest and truthful; it was downright shocking to the hardened dark wizard. He saw himself as the snarky, sharp-tongued, dark wizard that had a twisted, dry humor with a penchant for sadism, and in her eyes, a very regal face. She thought him appealing! She thought he was wondrously powerful and potent. However, what struck him most keenly was that she knew of his limitations and fears, his pettiness and duplicity. She had taken all the qualities of him and had created a whole person that he did not have to compartmentalize. She held no illusions. She knew who he was.

***

Christmas morning was an informal affair. Hermione rummaged through his closet, took out one of his teaching robes, and wrapped herself in it.

Severus quirked an eyebrow when he discovered her choice. "Couldn't you have found something more suitable?" he asked.

"No. I think there is something erotic about being naked in your robes. I'm quite comfortable." She smiled at him wantonly.

"I know I shall never be able to put on my robes without that image popping into my head!" he snarked. "Was that your intention? Me struggling to stave away an erection during my classes?"

"Would that make you less of a beast during your classes?" she teased.

"Probably not. I'll more than likely be even more of a snarky bastard because I will be stuck in a room full of dunderheads instead of being hidden away in you," he said as he looked at her hungrily.

Hermione cuddled with him on the floor. She never thought he would be capable of such passion. It was rather intriguing. He never thought she would welcome his rough side to sex. After a bit, he ended their woolgathering and announced, "Presents!"

Hermione scrambled to get her gift for him, and he sat watching her dash about in his robes that were ridiculously large on her small frame. She came back to him with a thin box.

"Open mine first!" she ordered.

He silently opened it and saw she had made for him the most handsome stationary he had ever seen. The parchment had swirls of silver and green filigree decorating the corners and sides while on top was the heading: Professor Severus Snape, Potions master of Hogwarts. The lining of each thick envelope was in a rich dark green. He was awed that she had placed such thought into him.

"I hope I haven't overdone it," she asked nervously. "Doesn't it just scream 'Slytherin?'" she asked.

"Hermione, it is wonderful. Beautiful. I-I thank you," he said nervously. "Here...this is for you," he added timidly.

Hermione was in shock. This was a Severus she never knew existed. He was so unsure and shy. She opened the rectangle shaped box and found a velvet box inside. She opened it and gasped. It was a gorgeous ruby and diamond bracelet! She was speechless. She looked up at him with her mouth gaping open in shock.

"I take it by your reaction that you are pleased?" he offered.

She closed her mouth and nodded. "Please, will you put it on me?" she asked.

He took the bracelet and fastened it on her right wrist. It was positively lovely. The white gold setting set the rubies off superbly.

"Severus, this is such a costly gift!" she started to say.

He raised a hand to silence her. "Not at all," he said quietly.

She threw herself on him and hugged him fiercely. She was quite the strong woman, he found. She began to wriggle her way onto his lap and kissed him ardently. He slowly slipped his robe off her shoulders and lowered her onto the floor.

"This is so cliché!" Hermione said as she giggled. "We're in front of the fireplace!"

"Would you rather move this to another area of my quarters?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"No," she whispered.

He stripped off his robe, and she found herself enthralled with his chest and stomach.

"You are so solid!" she commented as she felt him.

He chuckled at her curiosity. "I could say the opposite for you, Hermione," he said as he wound a hand down her chest and stomach. "You are quite soft." He kissed her cleavage and continued down past her bellybutton. Hermione began to laugh from the sensations.

He growled low in his throat and took hold of her firmly and aggressively began to ravish her. Hermione was burning with lust and need. This was the Severus she had imagined and fantasized about for so long. He grabbed her legs and yanked her up onto his lap halfway. He lifted her legs straight up in the air, and he began to pound into her viciously. She bent her knees and rested them on his shoulders as he moved over her. She felt impossibly tight, and he was slamming into her without quarter. She watched through heavy-lidded eyes the thrill on his face. He looked at her with unabashed want.

"Hermione," he groaned.

She felt weightless and completely taken over by him. His powerful body was controlling hers, and she allowed him to take her wherever he wanted. She was vaguely aware of the cries that were coming from her, the panting and screams that were rising higher and higher until he was the only thing that mattered in the world.

She felt as though she was bursting inside, and she was sobbing and screaming his name over and over, unable to stop. She heard him whispering to her, "Hermione, my love," and she floated away on a soft, warm cloud enveloped in him, relishing in the fact he loved her!

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