Chapter 7
Hermione looked up at Severus, wide-eyed. His almost smile returned and ignited a fire inside her. She imagined seeing Severus Snape smile would be one of the most beautiful sights in the world and she decided right then that she would see it before she returned to her timeline.
Severus leaned down and kissed her tenderly, his tongue laving at hers causing her to moan softly. Hermione shivered as Severus began to trail his hand down her body. Over the swell of her breasts, dipping into the valley between, down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her underwear. He kissed along her jaw as his fingers lightly danced along the edge of the fabric, never going under, never making contact.
“Severus, please.”
“Hmm?” He brought his lips to her ear. “Please what, Hermione?”
He cruelly moved his fingers to her inner thigh, his touch feather-light enough to drive her mad.
“You…” She conjured images inside her head of all the things she wanted him to do to her and when she felt the slight ache in her temples she knew he could see them all. “You know what.”
“No idea,” he murmured before taking her earlobe between his teeth and biting down.
“Severus,” Hermione whined.
He chuckled softly, the sound was so oddly lovely coming from someone so usually stoic. Severus moved his fingers to her other thigh and gilded them up until he was so close to her center that she thought she might die if he didn’t touch her immediately.
“Tell me what you want, Hermione.”
“Can’t you see?”
Severus nuzzled into her hair. “Of course I can.”
“Then—”
“I want to hear you say it. All of it.”
Hermione huffed softly which made Severus laugh louder.
“Touch me,” she breathed. “Please touch me.”
“Where shall I touch you, Hermione?”
Hermione whined and Severus took pity on her, resting his hand between her legs. Hermione inhaled sharply from the light pressure of his palm against her.
“Here?” he whispered directly into her ear.
Hermione nodded breathlessly.
“Well,” he hooked a finger under the edge of her panties, “these are in the way.”
“Then take them off.”
She felt him smile against her skin, kissing behind her ear swiftly.
“Gladly.”
Severus shifted back, pulling Hermione’s knickers down her legs. He tossed them onto the floor and gazed down at her.
“Take this off too.” Hermione brushed her hand across her bra.
The corner of Severus’s mouth lifted in the small, almost smile way.
“Sit up.”
Hermione pushed herself to sit as Severus leaned forward and reached behind her back, undoing the clasp of her bra. He slid it down her arms and tossed it aside. Hermione reached for the waist of his trousers but he caught her wrist.
“Patience, Miss Granger.”
Hermione tried to pull her wrist free but he didn’t let her. Hermione sighed and Severus laughed. He shifted forward, crawling over her until she was forced to lie back down, her body settling perfectly beneath him.
“It has been quite some time since I’ve done this,” he said. “I want to take my time with you.”
Severus slid his hand back between her thighs and began to circle her most sensitive spot. Hermione’s mouth fell open in a silent gasp as the sweet sensation of his fingers rushed through her, sending fireworks across her skin.
“More,” she begged.
Severus placed his lips against the shell of her ear. “Patience.”
Hermione made a desperate, animalistic sound as she bucked her hips against his hand, feeling so horribly wanton.
“Severus, I want to feel you inside me. Please.”
“Mmm.” He kissed along her jaw, slowly inserting two fingers inside her. Hermione moaned, tilting her hips up even higher so that the heel of his hand ground against her. “Like this?” he whispered.
Hermione nodded frantically. “Yes, yes, like that.”
Severus kissed her jaw again, picking up the pace of his fingers moving inside her. Hermione’s moans grew louder and she hoped Severus had had the sense to cast a silencing charm on the room before they began, otherwise his neighbors were going to have some questions over breakfast the next morning.
“I can hear you thinking without even looking into your head, dear.”
Hermione turned to face Severus. His black orbs gazed deeply into her brown-eyed stare. She wanted to ask him to repeat what he just said; the last part where he had given her a pet name. The kind lovers use with each other and not just two people fucking away their loneliness late in the night. But she was terrified if she asked him to call her ‘dear’ again that he’d take it back.
“Hermione.” He took her chin between his fingers, forcing her to keep her eyes locked on his. “I am not just fucking you.”
“Get out of my head.”
“No.”
He resumed moving his other hand against her, drawing a louder gasp from between her lips. He took her bottom lip beneath his thumb as he gripped her chin harder.
“I don’t just do things,” he insisted, moving his fingers at a punishing pace, sliding his thumb past her bottom lip, across the end of her tongue. “I have thought about this as much as you. I want it as badly as you, and that is why I refrained from acting on those wants. Because I am well aware of how this will end. So do not doubt the weight of my desire.”
Hermione went to speak but he pressed down on her tongue, silencing her.
“Quiet your racing mind.”
Hermione hesitated but then nodded around his grip on her. Severus nodded back and then hit something sweet deep inside her that made her see stars as her orgasm washed over her. He removed his hands from her and quickly stood up to do away with the rest of his clothes. Hermione cast a silent contraceptive charm as he climbed back on top of her, settling himself between her legs.
“Ready?”
Hermione nodded, smiling as she wrapped her arms around his neck. Severus lined himself up between her legs and began to slide into her with the slow, purposefulness he brought to everything he did in his life. Hermione wrapped her legs around him, whimpering from the blissful friction of him sheathing himself inside her.
“Severus,” she breathed, rocking her hips in time with his.
He groaned softly, crushing his lips against hers in a viscous kiss.
“You’re right,” he spoke against her mouth. “First names do sound good.”
Hermione giggled, the sound getting swallowed up in his mouth as they kept moving against each other with a level of comfort and ease that was unprecedented for first time lovers. Hermione wondered if in other timelines they ended up together on purpose. She wondered if there was a version of herself out there across the cosmos that came home to him every night not because there was nowhere else to go but because there was nowhere else she wanted to go.
“Severus?”
“Yes?”
“Let me be on top.”
“Gladly.”
Severus flipped them over in one fluid motion so that Hermione was now straddling him, her naked body on full display.
“You’re marvelous,” he murmured as he glided his hands up and down her sides, cresting across the tender undersides of her breasts, making her gasp.
“So are you.”
Hermione planted her palms on his scarred chest and began to move against him, rocking herself back and forth, up and down, taking pleasure in every sweet and savory groan she was able to pull from him. The two of them continued on into the night, smiling and laughing, kissing and caressing until a beautiful euphoria overcame them both; a tidal wave crashing down on them, drowning them where they lay.
Hermione rolled off of Severus, settling in beside him on the bed and he immediately pulled her back into his arms, nestling in close. The two lay in comfortable silence like that for several minutes.
“Tell me something good,” Hermione said, lightly tracing one of the scars that ran across his heart.
Severus placed his hand on top of hers, curling his fingers around her hand.
“When I saw you standing there in the library I was so relieved.”
“Why?”
“Because if Hermione Granger had somehow survived then there was more good left in the world than I had thought.”
Hermione was silent, trying to make sense of his words.
“I am not some perverse teacher who harbored feelings for you during your adolescence. I had an abject respect for you and your intelligence even if I found you to be somewhat irksome.” Hermione huffed but Severus ignored her and continued on. “I did not expect to be drawn to you the way I am.”
“When did you realize you were?”
“The first time I held you. You felt like….”
“Like what.”
Severus tilted his head down to catch her gaze across the darkness.
“Like home.”
Hermione sighed softly as his words warmed across her. For the first time since arriving, she wished she didn’t have to go. She barely knew this man beside her, and yet no one else had ever felt so right in her arms before.
Hermione didn’t say anything else, just rested her head on his chest and drifted off to sleep in his embrace.