Chapter Four
Severus Snape, her former teacher, cradles her face in his hands. "I've wanted you for the past two years, Hermione Granger."
She smiles in their little cocoon of a bed. "I'm yours," she says breathlessly.
He runs a large, rugged thumb over her lip. "Once we do this, there's no going back. You are it for me."
"Severus... you don't need to worry. I'm yours. And I think I've known that for a long time."
He chuckles softly in the darkness. "You are not like other girls, Hermione."
Her laugh is cut off when he swiftly covers her mouth with his own. He's an amazing kisser. He deepens the kiss, holding even tighter to her warm body. They are both panting when they draw apart.
"Wow," Severus whispers. She's never seen this look on his face before -- it's like a cute little smile.
"Is that all you're going to leave me with?" she playfully teases. He growls mischievously before claiming her mouth again, his hands in her hair. She makes a snide comment between kisses about body heat and Snape murmurs, "Granger. Shut up."
She yelps in glee as suddenly Snape is on top of her. His hands tug just once at the hem of her sweater as he looks up, a question in his eyes. She nods, and together they pull her sweater over her head and it is tossed to the floor.
Snape's eyes grow wide as he sees her uncovered breasts. He palms one, and then the other, as he and Hermione both sigh aloud. He performs a non-verbal spell which leaves them naked. And then he is there, hovering above her.
"I'm clean, Hermione. I just want you to know. There hasn't been anybody for me in years."
"And I'm on the potion," she says, reaching up to smooth his scruffy cheek.
It is toasty warm under the quilts, but when he strokes himself once, twice, and then enters her wetness, it's like a fire has been ignited. They both moan in unison. It's a very pleasant, full sensation -- like coming home. Like he was meant to be there. Like two puzzle pieces finally slotting together.
"Show me how you pleasure yourself, Hermione," says Severus as he moves back and forth within her slowly.
Lazily Hermione reaches down, at the point where their bodies are joined, and plays with her clit, round and rising like a pearl. Severus watches, mesmerized. "You're so captivating, love."
Their skin slaps together in the night. Hermione lets herself be as loud as she wants. It's worth it -- to hear Severus Snape talk so filthy in her ear.
"Come for me, love. Touch yourself how you need. You're so gorgeous lying there. Let me use you. You're mine. Mine. Mine."
At the last, Hermione cries out as she tumbles over the edge of her orgasm. Severus picks up speed, faster, faster, rubbing against her inside walls, until he falls on top of her, fully spent.
He fingers her sweaty curls, brushing them away from her eyes.
"Did I hurt you, love?" he murmurs.
Hermione is so worn out it's all she can do to shake her head no, overcome with emotion. She can barely keep her eyes open.
Severus quickly casts cleaning spells over them both before rolling over to his side and drawing Hermione close.
The blankets have fallen away and yet neither of them feels the cold.