๑۞𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔫𝔨 𝔐𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔄𝔩𝔩 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔒𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔯 𝔊𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔚𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔰۞๑


     By the time I'd made it home from St. Mungo's, I was sweaty and physically tired but was wide awake. And of course, my thoughts hadn't strayed far from my Little Witch.

     Was she going to wake up soon? Is she going to be okay when she does? Will she remember what happened to her father?

     I stepped into the hot spray of the shower, imagining that I was washing my worries away with every bubble of shampoo that circled erratically around before disappearing down the drain, never to be seen again.

     It didn't help.

     After I'd showered, I decided to pamper myself and bundled into my favored black bathrobe, enjoying the silky feel of it against my skin. I prepared some food to nibble on as well as a tumbler with some Ogden's Old Firewhisky to wash it down with and stuck my nose in a book that I'd been looking forward to reading since hunting it down at a little-known bookshop in Italy.

     At some point, I fell into an unsettling nightmare. A loud knocking unceremoniously jerked me awake and out of my chair where I almost crashed to my studies planked floor in the process.

      I irritatedly noted the late hour on the grandfather clock in the hallway as I made my way to the front door.

     It better not be that reporter who bombarded me with questions about Skeeters recent article upon my arrival home or I'm going to do the same thing to him as I did to Greyback.

     I unceremoniously yanked open the door, ready to threaten the idiot's life and I sucked in a shocked breath.

     "Hi," Hermione's perfect smile melted away my irritation in an instant. The look in her dark eyes and the black dress hugging her curves made my heart stutter.

     She's ok and here!? And Merlin, she looks... edible.

     After a long minute, she shifted her weight and looked around uncomfortably, "Is it too late for me to be here?"

     "No! No, not at all." I cleared my throat after swallowing the saliva that had flooded my mouth, "Please, come in."

     She followed me into my study, where I poured her a Firewhiskey when I'd offered.

     I handed her the glass, "You look..." beautiful, enticing, delectable, like my future wife, "...like you're feeling ok."

     She took a sip of her drink as we stood there, "Gladis said that I was only out for as long as I was due to stress. My throat was the only worry, but she fixed me up with a potion, and I'm all right now."

     "You're sure?"

     Her eyes darkened as they ran over my attire, making my blood flow change headings as I realized I was a bit scantily dressed for visitors. "Just a bit achy."

     Or maybe I was overdressed?

     Without a thought as to whether it was appropriate or not, I cupped her chin in one hand and lightly stroked her neck with the other, telling myself I was only checking her injuries.

     "I was concerned that your vocal cords had been..." I hadn't realized that I couldn't even say that she was injured without feeling sick to my stomach and like I needed to kill Greyback again, "...damaged beyond repair."

     The air was sucked from my lungs as she traced her fingers over mine, them along my arm to my chest. Her soft touch made my body ache to have her caress more.

     "I'm sure, Severus," She sighed out, making me rock hard in an instant.

     The primal look in her darkened eyes seemed to freeze me in place as if I was being hunted by a famished animal. I was overwhelmed with the desire to pull her close and kiss her but still wasn't sure if I was allowed to touch her like that.

     "Miss-" My lips sizzled as she firmly placed her hand on them. I slowly lowered my hands to my sides, not sure what I should do as I resisted the temptation to suck the small delicate fingers into my mouth to see if they were sweet.

     "You'll call me Hermione in private from now on," My heart rate jumped.

     Staring intensely into my eyes as if she was silently enchanting me, she slid her small warm hand back down to my chest. Leaving a tingling trail that was penetrating through my clothes, skin, bones, and into my very soul - binding me to her.

     "I wanted to thank you for everything you've been doing for me and my parents."

      "It's the least I can-."

     "But it's not really why I'm here."

     "No?" I quirked a questioning brow at her.

     "No." She stared deeply in my eyes, "What do you remember prior to me taking you to St. Mungo's last summer?"

     Thank Merlin! I've wanted to talk to her about this for so long.

    My eyes were drawn to her mouth, and mine tingled with the desire to taste her, "Not as much as I'd like to."

     "Do you remember..." deep rose colored her cheeks making her more beautiful than I already thought she was, "...kissing me?"

     "I wasn't sure I'd really done that, but I wasn't thinking clearly due to the venom, and I'd never behave-" she cut me off again.

     "Believe me; I'm painfully aware of the fact that you'd never want to kiss me."

     Not true! I contemplated kissing her just to prove it. But, she still had a Weasley situation, and I refused to be 'that guy' no matter how much I've longed to experience her.

     I was shaking my head no and wanted to tell her how I felt, but nothing came out.

     She cleared her throat, moved within inches of me, and the smell of her flooded my senses - drowning me. Every cell of my body was demanding that I grab her and show her how good we could be together.

     Once again - you're not breathing correctly, Severus. You don't want to pass out now, do you?

     "It doesn't change the fact that it happened," Her eyes were studying me intensely. "When we kissed, I experienced your emotions in the astronomy tower when you fulfilled your promise to Dumbledore."

     She really saw that!? Great, that means she knows what wonderful, loving parents I had.

     "Somehow, we connected, and I know it's silly, but I can't stop thinking about it," She swallowed hard. "It was a life-altering experience for me, and I needed to know if you remember. If you..." She trailed off as her dark eyes ran to my mouth.

     In answer, I lifted her left arm and turned it over. Rage and the overwhelming desire to protect her zipped through me as my fingers gently ran across the wrinkled, ugly scar, branding her as a mudblood. I kissed the mark, wishing that it would make it disappear or better yet that it never happened.

     Hermione's velvet-brown eyes were watery as if she might cry, but a small smile pulled at her lips as I spoke, "Bellatrix is lucky that she's already dead. I'd have made what Voldemort did to traitors seem like a nice punishment compared to what I'd do to that crazy bitch."

     Her smile warmed me, "I believe I'd like to have seen that."

     "No, you wouldn't, nor would I let you." I swallowed hard, feeling overcome with anger at all she's been forced to go through, the desire to protect her from anything more hurting her and above all my undeniable love for her, "I couldn't bear it if you looked at me as if I was a monster - like you used to."

     Her butterscotch hair gently rippled as she shook her head, "I always found you to be intimidating and thought you were a bit of a jerk - never a monster." She smiled while slowly running her hands over my chest, deepening my need for her, "Severus, I'll never go back to feeling that way towards you, not after everything we've been through."

     Is this really happening? Is she really touching me, or did I fall asleep in my chair like I have a nasty habit of doing? Please, Merlin, don't let this be a fucking dream again!

     "I hope not," I ran my fingers along her cheek, marveling in the silky feel of it and how she could look so fragile but be so resilient and strong.

     My body sizzled as she pressed herself against me and gently touched my face, "Was your father always abusive?" Her warm fingers seemed to want to right the damage from all those years of torture.

     Not a dream - real.

     "Yes, he was a charming drunk - so was my mother," I said sourly as I pressed my cheek against her warm hand, loving her delicate touch.

     "I'll never understand how someone could create a child and then beat them."

     I scoffed, "Me either, but he claimed that stretching out my mother when I was born was a good enough reason to use me as his personal punching bag."

     She scrunched her face, "You're right, he was incredibly charming. Happy I'll never meet him."

     "To be honest, I wish you'd never seen that memory."

     "I'm glad I did."

     "Just like I'm sure you're pleased that I witnessed Pansy Parkinson being her Merlin's-gift-to-the-world pure-blood self," I cocked my eyebrow questioningly.

     "True, they weren't nice memories, but we shared them, and it made me feel special." She ran her hands to the belt of my robe and untied it, sending my pulse skyrocketing, "And closer to you."

     Thank Merlin and all the other great wizards!

     I shuddered excitedly, as I ran my thumb over her slightly parted lips, "I'd much rather share other things to make you feel special."

     She moved my robe aside and sucked in a light breath before they snapped back to mine. "Go on then, Severus..." There was a mischievous light twinkling in her brown depths as she ran a finger lightly up my stiff shaft, setting me on fire, releasing the invisible chains that kept me from possessing her, "...make me feel special."

     "Mmm," I shuddered in delight as I lowered my head to hers and rested our foreheads together. Cupping her small porcelain face in my palms - amazed I was finally allowed to touch her like this - I silently vowed that she'd never, ever forget how good I am for her or how amazing I can make her feel.

     "I won't stop you," She whispered as her warm hand wrapped around my erection and slowly stroked me.

     "Hermione," I trembled in anticipation, as I kissed her forehead and ran my fingers into her silky, butterscotch hair. "I feel..." I kissed her cheek, "...like I dated more than half the single women in the wizarding world." I kissed her other cheek then stared into the velvet-brown eyes that haunted me all year, "And, do you know what I kept thinking about?"

     She slowly shook her head, smiling coyly.

     "Strawberry Chapstick."

     I pressed my lips to her soft sweet ones, and the forbidden fruit I'd longed to taste began flooding through me, making me need more. Every cell in my body quaked, as she opened her mouth and her silky tongue caressed mine.

     Where we touched it was as if my skin was attempting to meld with hers - I need more!

     My fingers shook as I untied and removed her dress. Tossing it aside, I stared in awe.

     She didn't look real to me, as if I was staring at the most beautiful sculpture in the world. My eyes drank in her small waist before gently gliding along curved hips and tapering down to petite feet. Saliva flooded my mouth as she unclasped her black bra, revealing candy pink nipples that begged to be tasted. Then my heart stopped as she slid her dark panties to the floor, revealing a thin strip of hair that looked like silky spun sugar.

     Oh... my... GOD! Breathe in, one - two - three...

     Her light coloring and perfect shape were irresistible to my fingertips. I traced the light pink lips, entranced at the soft, rose petal feel of them. Her skin's silky warmth greeted my palms as I picked her up, kissing her strawberry mouth again and pinned her to the wall as she wrapped her legs around me.

     Rubbing my hands along the smooth, toned thighs wasn't enough for me. My fingers quickly found her moist heat, and I rolled her clit in between my fingertips, eliciting rhythmic thrusts from her hips.

     She is ready to burst!

     She fisted her hands in my hair and shuddered as I eased a finger inside her tight velvet heat. Stroking her into a frenzy of musical moans and shuddering breaths.

     "Please Severus!" She panted, "I ache."

     I pulled my finger from her and sucked her sweet exotic juice from it, "Mmm... you taste so good."

     She kissed me as if I was fresh air being sucked into her burning lungs - consuming me in an attempt to ease her obvious need for me.

     Rolling my hips forward, the tip of my penis slowly submerge into her taut velutinous moisture. My vision blurred and was overcome with the feeling of ecstasy coursing through my veins - as if I was everywhere and nowhere at the same time.

     Hermione's mouth was slightly open, and her head was tilting back, as she sucked in a slow shuddering breath. Her dilated eyes were staring intensely into mine, attempting to share her experience with me as I filled her.

     So good!

     She shuddered violently as I grabbed her hips and worked them carefully in time with mine. I triumphantly growled as the tight muscles surrounding me began fluttering and then spasming at me having found the little patch deep inside that made her shudder with each well-placed thrust.

     Her body tensed and she was gasping for air.

     "Mmm, finally!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as liquid gushed forth, covering me in her nectar as her body quaked against mine.

     I stopped moving and kissed her, enjoying the light fluttering of her vaginal muscles and heat that I'd be more than happy to stay inside forever.

     Her whole body was trembling as she ran her hand along my face and looked into my eyes when we stopped kissing.

     She worked her muscles surrounding me, sending ripples of pleasure through me, "Mmm."

     "We should do something more with that," She had a mischievous look in her chocolate-hued eyes.

     "Oh, don't worry my Little Witch," I kissed her nose, "I intend to."

     She giggled as I pulled myself from her and carried her to my bedroom.

     After placing her in the center of the black covered bed, I removed my robe. I was caught by surprise at the look in her eyes as they ran over me made me feel desired and needed more than I've ever felt in my life.

     My body demanded that I dive back into her tight folds once again, but my mind refused to rush through this because I wanted to memorize her, and this night for the rest of my life.

     My gaze was drawn to her small feet, I don't know what had caused it, but I was fascinated. I picked one up and traced the edges of it with my fingers, making her wiggle her toes, before kissing her ankle. She began moaning as I continued kissing, licking and nibbling my way up the inside of her thigh and she trembled violently when I ran my tongue over her light curly pubic hair.

     Blood pulsed into my stiff erection as the tantalizing sweet flavor of her seeped from her wet, warmth; coating my tongue, making me want more.

     She tastes like salted caramel liquor.

     My Little Witch, fisted her hands in the sheets, moaning and arching her back as I feasted upon her like a starved man.

     The shuddering of her uneven breathing was like whips, cracking pleasantly against my mind, driving me to take less time with this than I'd intended. And as if knowing how she was affecting me, she ran her hands into my hair and pulled my mouth to hers. Before I knew it, she'd wrapped her legs around me, and I thrust deeply into her.

     "Hermione," I moaned out, wanting to tell her how good she felt but couldn't form the right words. Her soft skin under mine made my mind lose track of where she ended, and I began. As I breathed in, she did too - making each lungful twice as satisfying as it was minutes ago.

     She pulled me back to her enticing mouth, making my mind fuzzy like I was drunk from rose tequila, with its creamy strawberry burn coating my thoughts with each stroke of her tongue.

     Moving as one, her body sang to me, and I knew where she needed me to be making it easy to lose myself in the rhythm and feel of her. Her muscles began quaking, and this time, I was going to cum with her, making sure to keep the pace and to hit the spot that kept taking her breath away.

     My whole body quaked when she whimpered happily, then she yelled, "Oh... my... GOD!"

     Her muscles violently fluttered, the warm pressure surrounding me suddenly penetrated into me. My vision blurred and the last glorious thrust, I burst, spilling my seed into her.

     It was reminiscent of an out-of-body experience; I was floating with Hermione in my arms, somewhere dark, warm and safe, but I couldn't see her - just feel her.

     At that moment, I knew that she'd thought of me as obsessively as I had of her. That she is crazy in love with me just like I am with her and most importantly she wanted to be with me for the rest of our lives.

     Suddenly, I was back in my body as my energy vanished and all my muscles trembled from fatigue. I sucked in air as my heartbeat rocked my body and I did my best to avoid crushing her.

     She wiped my hanging hair out of her face to kiss my forehead, and we stayed like that for a few minutes, just staring at each other.

     Butterscotch hair spiraled in a pool around her silky smooth face that I couldn't get enough of admiring. "You are so beautiful, Hermione," I whispered.

     She sighed heavily before giggling warmly, "I'm glad you think so, Severus."

     I kissed her smiling lips, loving the flavor of her - loving her.

     Marry me, Hermione.

     Her eyes widened and for a brief moment and I wondered if she'd heard me think that.

     Can you hear me?

     She nodded slightly and gave me a weird smile, "Why do I get the feeling you're asking me something?"

     Interesting.

     "I don't know. What do you think I would ask you at a time like this?"

     She smiled, "Am I squishing you, Hermione?" She started giggling, "Because I could always move so that my massive man body doesn't smother your comparably tiny one."

     Bummer, not what I was hoping for.

     "Hermione, am I squishing your tiny..." I kissed her. "...Sexy..." I nibbled her neck and moved off her, "...glorious body?"

     "A little, yeah," She laughed as I rolled over and pulled her half across my chest before slowly running my fingers up and down her creamy toned arm.

     She popped up on her elbows and kissed me, "Thank you."

     "For?"

     "For getting me to St. Mungos today and making me feel special." She blushed.

     I moved a stray hair off her cheek and back into place, still thrilled that I get to touch her. "You are the most important person in my life and have been since I woke up at St. Mungos with you defending me against that pesky Ministry worker."

     "Took you long enough to tell me."

     I kissed her nose feeling a drop in my mood since I didn't want to think about this, "You have a Weasley and-."

     "Had."

     My heart jumped in joy, "You aren't with him anymore?"

     "No." She shook her head, "I should have dumped him long ago and was going to last night before he proposed." She sighed heavily.

     Yes!

     Smiling, I teased, "Yes, you should have."

     "Is that so?" She asked in her know-it-all voice that I adored.

     Cupping her chin, I nibbled her lower lip before slipping my tongue alongside hers and within moments she was breathing heavily. Then I stopped abruptly and looked her in the eye, "If you had, then I could have done that a lot sooner."

     She made a sad face before yawning, "I was pretty stupid, wasn't I?"

     "Scared, perhaps. Never stupid."

     She nodded.

     "I hope you're not anymore."

     "Just don't leave me, Severus," She whispered before snuggling against me and laid her head on my chest.

     I pulled her closer and buried my nose in her soft hair, "Never."

     Within minutes her deep even paced breathing was like a lullaby and I drifted off, having the best nights rest I've had in years.

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