Archive: Sycophant Hex: Ashwinder (Alternate Universe)
Title: Chapter 6 An Afternoon Lie-in (chapter 6 of 23)
Characters: Harry Potter World
Pairings: Severus Snape and Hermione Granger
Rating: R - Explicit
Summary: Hermione goes to the Headmaster’s office. At first she does not understand what he wants to talk with her about. Then Dumbledore comes to the real question he called her to his office to discuss. When Dumbledore learns the reason that Hermione did not take Madam Pomfrey’s health class for sixth year girls, he asks her another question. She leaves his office upset that Severus didn’t warn her. Hermione returns to the dungeon to find that Severus and Elf have had an illuminating discussion. When Severus touches her hand, it awakens Hermione’s feelings.
Word Count: 5085
Disclaimer: Not my characters. I’m just borrowing some of JKR’s characters for a little story.
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“Come in, Miss Granger,” called out the Headmaster.
“You wanted to see me, Professor Dumbledore.”
“Yes, Miss Granger. Thank you for coming. Lemon drop?” he asked cordially.
Hermione politely waved it away.
“Did your little chat with Professor Snape go well?”
“Professor Snape said we would discuss how our spells intertwined when I return, sir.”
“Good. Good. It is better if Professor Snape discusses that with you.
“Normally, Madam Pomfrey would be addressing the mechanics with you, but in light of the circumstances it is best we not involve a fourth party. I must ask you to not divulge any of our conversation to anyone except Professor Snape.”
Hermione shifted nervously. ‘Madam Pomfrey? Mechanics? What is he talking about? Has there been a problem with a potion I brewed? Surely, Professor Snape would have told me if there were. He would not send me to see the Headmaster.’ Hermione felt her cheeks flush.
“As Professor Snape has probably told you, I know everything that goes on in this castle – everything. Sometimes I give the impression that I am trying to learn something when I ask a question, but I always know. What I do not know is if the person is going to answer me truthfully. That is good advice for you too, my dear. Never ask a question unless you know the answer. One must also take care and not ask the question, if one cannot handle the answer. Oft times, we wizards make that mistake. We ask for the truth and then punish the honest answerer.”
Hermione swallowed. She had no idea where this was going.
“This may sound blunt to you, but we can ill afford to beat around the proverbial bush and risk not understanding the other’s intentions. Answer me honestly and completely.”
‘Did someone spike the pumpkin juice, at breakfast, with a dose of straightforwardness?’ What was up with all these ‘let’s be open and honest with each other’ conversations going on this morning? ‘Dumbledore said he already knows the answer. So, why am I… Oh, he wants to see if I will be honest with him. He could probably care less about being open and honest with me.’
Hermione nodded numbly. This was unlike any other conversation she had had in this office. On the other occasions, she had felt in control of herself. Today she felt as if her life was an open book and the Headmaster was going to leaf through the pages and peruse whatever subject he saw fit.
‘Merde! This is about last night!’
“There have always been forces present in our world and at Hogwarts that are beyond our control. The gods and the Fates, at times, step in to guide us in the direction in which we should go. You and Professor Snape have been heading in a path that has not been solely of your own doing. Your paths have been directed and intertwined by guide spirits and the forces of nature that shape our world – The Ancients. Have you not felt something in the past year that seemed off to you?"
“Yes, Headmaster, but I thought it was caused by me using the spell book.”
“I can see how you might believe you were the catalyst. And, before you jump to conclusions, it is not the same thing as being under the Imperio curse. The forces I speak of are benevolent.” He smiled at her.
“I think, sir, that is what Professor Snape was referring to as I was leaving.”
“Ah, yes, Professor Snape. He is a little too close to the action to give you a detached explanation, but he will be able to help you make sense of it all. Did he tell you that you will be addressing your house tonight?”
“He will upon your return.
“I was surprised that you signed the contract last night. Did you take your time and read it carefully?” Dumbledore leaned back in his chair, steepled his fingers, and looked over his half-moon glasses. His twinkling blue eyes locked onto her. Hermione felt as if she were under a microscope.
“I did, sir. I have desired an apprenticeship with Professor Snape since last year. I have dreamed about it. This is a dream come true that I could not refuse!”
Her eyes lit up and sparkled.
“The fact that you were a student complicated the situation. We had hoped you would stay in Gryffindor Tower, but it seems Professor Snape has already transitioned you to your new lodgings.
“As you know, there is to be no fraternizing with the students. You will be treated like the other members of the Hogwarts’ staff. You will have free time, but it is not to be abused and before you ask. Yes, you are monitored. We know where you are and with whom you are every hour of every day.”
Hermione’s eyes grew wide at that titbit of information.
“The two of you will be working closely together. You will play a vital role in developing the potion that Professor Snape has been commissioned by Voldemort to create.
“Voldemort may go so far as to request a meeting with you, but do not worry. It is unlikely that he will harm you as he values your skills as a witch too highly. He will not want to run the risk of losing what he desperately needs in order to succeed.”
“But sir, is that not running counter to our cause? How can I help Voldemort and The Order at the same time?”
The Headmaster smiled at her affectionately and said, “Appearances, my dear. Professor Snape does it every day.
“Did Professor Snape explain anything to you about the spells and how they intertwined?” he asked.
Remembering to answer honestly and completely, she replied, “Not really. His exact words were, ‘we will discuss the intertwining of your Soul Mate spell and my locket potion.’ ”
Dumbledore smiled. “I take it that you are referring to the locket on the chain you are wearing?”
“Allow me to give you an overview of what the professor is going to tell you. The intertwining has literally whacked you both over the head with a relentless emotional and physical need for one another that will not go unheeded.”
“Are you saying, sir, that we are besotted with each other?”
“Besotted is putting it mildly, Miss Granger,” he chuckled, his blue eyes twinkling.
“That explains last night. I thought I had done something to attract Professor’s Snape’s interest.”
“Miss Granger, you attracted his attention a long time ago. It is only now that he willingly admits to it.”
“Really?” she squeaked. The surprise was evident in her voice.
“Not to fear, Miss Granger, it was not in a prurient sense. The professor is enamoured by your skills as a witch. He admires you very much, you know, but you also reminded him of someone else. She was also a Gryffindor. They were childhood friends. She was sorted into Gryffindor and the professor was sorted into Slytherin. They rekindled their friendship during sixth year in Professor Slughorn’s Potions…”
“He did mention her. She was a lot like me,” interrupted Hermione.
“Yes. Like you. Professor Slughorn paired them in class and expected great things of the duo, but sadly she was a casualty of the last war. Professor Snape became embittered and blamed himself for her death, refusing to get on with his life.”
“Was her name, Lily?” asked Hermione.
“Yes. Lily. Lily Evans. But, my dear, if you require any more information you must ask Professor Snape. He is a very private man.”
“Lily Evans was Harry’s mum, was she not?” persisted Hermione.
“Miss Granger, I have already told you more than is prudent. I cannot discuss the matter further. Now, let me see…” he replied, looking over his half-moon glasses. His look said the subject of Lily was closed.
“Back to the subject of mechanics,” he continued, perusing the sheet of parchment in front of him, “Have you taken Madam Pomfrey’s health class for sixth-year girls?” The Headmaster looked up to meet Hermione’s eyes.
‘Cripe!’ Hermione thought. ‘If he already knows the answers, why does he keep asking me the questions?’
“No, sir. I did not think it necessary. I am sure that I have read about everything that she is going to say. I didn’t think I needed it,” she answered matter-of-factly.
“You THINK you know everything you need to know?” He paused before continuing.
“Tell me, Miss Granger. Do you know how to brew an effective Contraception potion or cast a 100 percent effective Contraception spell?” he asked candidly.
Hermione cringed and her face flushed as she heard the portrait behind her let out a loud groan. ‘I do not want to be having this conversation with the Headmaster!’
“No, sir,” she said in a barely audible tone as she lowered her gaze to the floor. She could not meet the Headmaster’s eyes. Professor Snape had conveniently left this out of their conversation.
“I am sorry, Miss Granger. I did not hear your answer.”
“No. But do you really think I need to know?” she asked glumly.
“Sooner than you think, Miss Granger,” he replied, patting the parchment on his desk.
“Dumbledore! I refuse to remain silent on this matter. I have a duty to the school and to you. This would not be happening if you had not insisted on having your own way!” bellowed Phineas.
Hermione jumped at the sound of the portrait’s voice.
“Phineas, this is no longer Hogwarts’ student business. This is Hogwarts staff business. I must kindly ask you to refrain from interfering.
“Miss Granger, if you do not want to see Madam Pomfrey then ask Professor Snape for the potion.”
There was a pained look on Hermione’s face. ‘This will be awkward,’ she thought.
“Do I have to ask him? Won’t he automatically know and take care of it… himself?” she asked hopefully.
“You are assuming that he is thinking with his brain. Tell me, Miss Granger, was Professor Snape thinking last night? Was there any indication that he even thought about contraception – or for that matter – did you?”
Hermione felt her cheeks grow even warmer. She bit her lip and shaking her head, stammered a reply. “I… no… he… no… but we didn’t…."
“You may not have needed it last night. But, that is precisely why you cannot wait until you need it. You must be prepared,” he replied, a little impatiently.
Hermione heard the tone of his voice and nodded her head in agreement.
“Hermione, do you want me to ask him for you?” he asked more gently.
“No, Headmaster. I… I… I will… I will ask him,” she replied.
“Very well, Miss Granger, unless you have any other questions, I believe we are finished, for now.”
“Thank you, Headmaster.”
Hermione made to stand up and leave.
As she closed the door behind her, Hermione’s ire started to surface.
‘How could Professor Snape do this to me? No warning. He sends me off to a meeting with the Headmaster to discuss… oh… I am so furious with him… I could hex his… Wait till I get my hands on him. He will regret not telling me… ’
‘Uh uh uh, Hermione,' the little voice in her head said. 'Remember what happened the last time you tried to enact revenge on the professor. Go to him – talk civilly. It will go better for both of you.’
“I will,” she said huffily and stomped off.
She fairly flew down the stone steps to the professor’s quarters. Once at the door, she wasn’t sure if she should announce herself or knock. This professor, former student, now apprentice position made for difficult decisions. She raised her wand to tap the door, but it flew open before she announced herself. Professor Snape was standing in the doorway smiling at her.
“Please come in, Hermione.”
Hermione flounced into the room and gave him a dark glare.
She stared at him for several seconds endeavouring to bring her feelings under control. She wanted to throw something, scream at him, or hex him – something. As she stared into his eyes, gleaming with a happiness that she did not know him capable of producing, her feelings towards him softened.
‘I do love him, and I do not want to hurt him. I would rather he held me close and…. Be careful of thought transference.’
The professor smiled and said, “Hermione, please sit down. You look as if the meeting with the Headmaster was exhausting. I have asked Elf to prepare food.
“In your absence, Elf and I have been having an illuminating discussion and worked out a compatible living arrangement."
Hermione gave him a half smile and accepted his offer to sit.
“Professor, you should have warned me.” she said in a controlled tone. Inside she was still seething, but she tried not to show it.
“Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to sit there and discuss intimate details of your private life with him?” Hermione’s eyes widened then darkened with anger. The gold specks flared brightly.
“You have no idea. He seems to take perverse pleasure in watching his staff members squirm with embarrassment,” he replied nonchalantly.
“Did you KNOW he was going to have a SEX talk with me?” she asked incredulously. “And on top of that… the… the… the portraits chimed in with their two pence worth,” she added in a huff.
“I am so sorry, Hermione. You did not need one, did you?” The professor’s face paled even more than for usual.
“Obviously, I must have needed a talk because I could not give him satisfactory answers to his questions!”
“I did not think he would…”
“That is what HE said – that you weren’t thinking. Then he went so far as to say I should ask you for a Contraception potion!”
Hermione fumed over reliving her encounter with the Headmaster.
The professor quirked an eyebrow.
‘Albus is not as out of touch as he appears. Dear Merlin! Dear Merlin! Does that mean? Do not show how excited you are over this revelation. Why did Albus give ME a lecture, and then turn around and practically give Hermione his consent to consort with me?’
At that moment, Elf appeared with a tray of sandwiches and tea.
Elf smiled up at Master Professor as the tray gently settled on the tea table. Turning to Miss, Elf bestowed the brightest smile she could summon. Elf was overcome with joy at the news that Master Professor be having happiness.
“Hello, Elf, you seem to be in an extraordinarily good mood. What is making you so cheerful?”
Hermione accepted a cup of tea from Elf.
‘The tea will calm my nerves.’
“Oh, Miss! Master Professor and Elf be talking. Elf be telling Master Professor how Elf be helping Master Professor. Elf want family. Master Professor want family. Master Professor be saying having happiness.” Elf beamed with delight.
“I believe, Elf, you asked if I wanted happiness with Miss. Of course, I want happiness with Miss.” The professor smiled amusingly.
Looking at Miss, Elf asked, “Miss be wanting happiness with Master Professor?”
Elf’s light-hearted mood was catching. Hermione temporarily forgot her irritation with the professor.
“Uh, what is happiness, Elf?”
Professor Snape chimed in before Elf could answer. “It is a euphemism Elf uses... ”
“Well, of course, I want happiness with Master Professor!” she snapped.
“... for mating,” he continued, as if he had not been interrupted.
Hermione choked on her tea.
‘Is the whole bloody, wizarding world talking about sex today? I should have heeded the Headmaster’s advice about asking questions.’
To cover her embarrassment, Hermione reached for the teapot to refill her cup, but her hand was shaking so badly, she returned the teapot to the tray.
“I can’t let this upset me,” she muttered, tossing her curls out of her face.
Taking a deep breath, she tried again. There was less shaking, and she was able to pour a wobbly stream to refill her cup. As she moved to fill the second cup, the professor interrupted.
“Hermione, let me help you,” he said, putting his hand over hers to steady the teapot.
“DON’T touch me,” she snapped.
The professor persisted. He did not want to see her become more upset over spilt tea.
His hand closed over hers. A spark coursed over her hand and tingled in her wrist. It was the same wrist that the professor had injured then promptly healed. The memory of that night came rushing back to her – the feel of his hand on her wrist, the desire she had felt for him as they exchanged flirtatious banter over the boxes. She felt the beginnings of arousal as the familiar whiff of notes of patchouli and musk wafted towards her. The musky, male scent of him mixed with the desire looming deep within her and produced a heady sensation. It began as soothing warmth in her belly and spread to her heart. Hermione moaned softly.
At that precise instant, Hermione knew.
‘Severus, I choose to be bound to you throughout eternity. From this day forth, it is only your name I will cry out in the night. It is only your eyes I will smile into each day. It is only your bidding that I will obey.
‘I choose to desire you and to be desired by you and only you. The love that resides in my heart is pure. I want nothing more than to possess you and be possessed by you. I will love you wholly and completely without restraint for as long as we both shall live. Our love will transcend time and conquer all.’
The warmth lingered as she closed her eyes and sighed. Teasingly it trailed a path along her collarbone before moving upwards to become warm fingers caressing her neck. She leaned into the feel of it and allowed herself to enjoy the seemingly innocent touches as they transfigured into a single, moist caress of her ear lobe. The caress quickly tired of the lobe and moved to lick delicately around the shell-shaped ridge of her ear.
“Ahhhh,” moaned Hermione, hunching her shoulders. Her eyes opened wide as sensations, as yet foreign to her, overcame her body and sent amazing tremors of pleasure to her core.
The single caress multiplied into a thousand points. They moved to tickle at the nape of her neck, slink protectively over her shoulders, traipse slowly down her spine, dance lovingly across her belly, and teasingly torment her thighs. Hermione shivered and moaned.
“Sev-er-us?” she whispered breathily.
“Yes, Hermione,” he answered shakily.
The caresses, no longer content to saunter gently, swept down her back, swirling and twirling into hot, flaming fingers that licked at her sensitized skin. Hermione closed her eyes. Her body shuddered. Her breathing quickened.
Feeling a white, hot heat throughout her entire being, Hermione freed herself from her confining clothing. The feeling of hands cupping her breasts and thumbs gently encircling her already hardened nipples were Hermione’s undoing.
She moaned and arched her body. “Oh, Dear Merlin… oh… uhh… Severus... ”
He could feel the raw energy from her body. It flowed into his fingertips, travelled up the length of his arms before it slowly gathered to dance along his collarbone. The air in the room was hot and suffocating. He loosened his robes; Hermione leaned back.
She brought her hands up, lifting her riotous curls from her neck then dropped her arms behind her back. Curiously, her inexperienced fingers explored the hollow of his lower torso, and the hot, burning desire ravaging her every fibre became overwhelming. Her body begged to be held, to be touched, to be claimed – by him.
“Uh…uhm…Severus… I think… we are going to… need that potion,” she said haltingly. Her voice was low and sultry as her fingers deftly manoeuvred the folds of his robes.
The gentle kneading of her puckered nubs turned into pleasant torture.
Her breathing turned to panting as she breathily cried out, “That’s it… yes… oh… yes…!”
A white heat pooled within her. Gentle caresses returned to nuzzle her neck and nibble her lobe. A moist, warm feeling prodded at her ear. Hermione leaned into the feeling as it continued to snake around her ear and nip at her neck.
She brought her hands up to her face, sifting her fingers through her hair. She arched her back; her deep breathing caused her breasts to rise and fall. “Severus…please…take me.”
Her hands returned to the warmth pressed against her back and found more arousing pursuits. Fingers teasingly tormented his sensitive pelvic region.
She whimpered when her fingers met with a firm male organ. Fingertips sent mental images to her brain that spurred her body to action.
Hermione turned to face him, her hands slowly brushing over her breasts and belly before resuming their urgent quest for the hot, hard shaft nudging at her belly.
Mesmerized by her hypnotic movements, Professor Snape gazed into her desire filled eyes.
Unsure of what to do, she gently squeezed her fingers around his throbbing member.
He groaned. Her touch fanned the glowing embers of his desire to be wholly encased deep within her soft folds. He rocked against her, his manhood probing her entry.
“Hermione, what do you want?” he whispered, his voice raspy.
“I… want you!”
“What do you want… me to do? Tell me. I have to hear you tell me what you want me to do.”
He guided her hand on his penis. Wrapping her fingers around the base, he slid her hand up his length and whispered softly, “Show me what you want me to do, little one.” He allowed her hand to slide back down before releasing it.
She continued to mimic his motion as he thrust in her hand.
“I want to please you. What do you want?” he gasped out.
Hermione hesitated. Shifting her weight, she carefully straddled him, her arms braced on his broad shoulders.
She looked down at him, her gold-flecked brown eyes shining with love and an undercurrent of desire, and she whispered her longing. “Severus, I want you to make me yours. Now. I want you… inside me.” Her voice was soft and barely audible, but audible enough to make his cock twitch in anticipation.
"I will Hermione. I will make you mine," he replied huskily as he moved to lift her off him.
He leaned over her, the fine hair on his chest barely grazing her breasts, and gently kissed her passion swollen lips. He delicately suckled at her lower lip as the memory of last night's first shared kiss and the breathy whisper of his name spurred him on, forever burned into his sensory receptors.
Her tongue furtively snaked over his lips – exploring, testing, tasting. She glorified in each new discovery.
Severus interpreted her movements as an invitation to enter and frolic in one of her most sensitive areas. The soft, whimpering sounds she made as he tasted her spurred him on to bolder ventures.
By all indications, before long, he would be enjoying the pleasures of her other sensitive area, as well. It was obvious to him that she was relatively new to the art of lovemaking.
Slowly his tongue parted her lips, searching for its mate. Pushing further into her mouth, their tongues met and sparred resulting in waves of pleasure shooting straight to his groin. Their tongues tangled in a heated, passionate kiss, imitating the inevitable joining of their bodies. He retreated to nuzzle and caress her other erogenous zones: her neck, her ear lobes, the hollow of her throat, her delicate shoulders. She squirmed beneath him as he gently cupped her breast and thumbed her puckered nub, before taking it into his mouth.
His weight on his knees, he held himself over her, his erection bobbing against her belly, giving her a hint of what was to come.
The promise of what his kisses were capable of awakening lured him back to her now swollen lips. He lowered his mouth to hers. Kissing her passionately elicited the hoped for response: arms wrapped around him, her body arched into him, warm, belly pressing against his hot, hard shaft.
Fiercely gripping him, fingernails digging into his back, she cried out, “Oh, oohhh, gods... oh… yes…. Now! I want you now!””
He watched her body trembling below him as he used his hand to slowly rub the tip of his turgid length in the slickness of her nether lips.
His dark eyes blazed with passion; she was all he wanted. Her kisses were burned into his memory. They were addicting. He would never tire of kissing her. He moved to position himself over her, the tip of his penis pressing into her, and leaned down for one more delectable kiss.
Obviously, she was more experienced than he had originally thought. Suddenly, he felt her stiffen beneath him. Her hands pressed against his chest. 'Has she changed her mind?'
'I thought you would know. Do I really have to tell you?' she thought as she gazed into the dark, obsidian orbs burning with passion.
As he pushed into her, his eyes glazed over, he asked huskily, "Hermione, love, what is it?"
Hermione bit at her bottom lip.
He watched her carefully and stilled his movements, his eyes questioning her.
"Well, this is going to hurt at first, but I will be as gentle as I can."
He brought her fingertips to his lips and kissed them. “Do not worry, little one.” He leaned back and gently inserted one finger, then another, moving in and out. She was very tight, but well lubricated.
“Does that hurt?”
He added a third finger and watched her eyes grow wider.
“Relax your muscles,” he replied, continuing his movements. He felt her muscles relax and smiled. “Do you still want me?”
“Yes, Severus, I still want you – inside me.”
He leaned down and kissed the tip of her nose. “For a little know-it-all, there are areas of your education that have been neglected.”
Hermione gave him a look that said, ‘I feel offended by that remark,’ but raised her knees.
His first thrusts were slow and shallow. She was tight. He watched her face; her eyes were still glowing with passion. He pushed in deeper and felt her stiffen.
“Keep going. I’m fine.”
He moved slowly, giving her time to adjust to him. Hermione moaned, and Severus bent to kiss her gently. He made one final push.
Severus stilled his movements and focused on caressing her lips and mouth. His lips and tongue moved slowly over hers. His tongue gently prodded her lips, teasing them into allowing entrance. Her lips parted, and he gave her a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. The libido-raising testosterone in his saliva had the expected effect. Hermione shivered and moaned her desire. Soon he felt her stir below him; he knew he could proceed.
He raised himself up to see where their bodies joined. He watched his glistening member slide in and out of her slick folds; his breath hitched.
He knew he was close. That first touch of her juicy folds had been his undoing. 'Acromantula: monstrous eight-eyed spider…originated in…Borneo…. Rumoured to be…rumoured to be found -moured to be found in Scotland… Scotland …dense…jungles; Ashwinder: thin…pale-grey – serpent…eyes – red – glowing…throughout – magical…fire…burn…long – too…long; Augurey: bird…black…thin…green – greenish…black – Britain…Ireland; Basa…Basa…Basilisk: serp…fifty – fifty feet…. Dear, Merlin, Hermione! Come! Come with me!’
The once gentle caresses turned insistent as they spread to cover her belly yet again. From their vantage point, they were poised to spread over her lower body. The unobtrusive pathway was lined with slow, meandering strokes across her hip bones and thighs transporting her to a realm of wonder and ecstasy. They slithered down her calves and beyond until they reached her toes. She wanted to scream from the sheer pleasure of the sensation.
The pleasant torture of her breasts turned sweeter as the kneading became nibbling and then suckling. As the pressure continued to build, Hermione felt a magical force pushing her upwards into the night sky, a sky filled with bright, shimmering, shining stars. The magical force was demanding – demanding her surrender.
"Severus, I love you!"
As the orgasmic waves engulfed her body, Hermione arched her back and pulled Severus closer, her fingernails raking his back.
He felt her muscles clenching his cock, he tried to speak... to cry out his love for her, but no sound came forth. His climax continued to build; his balls tightened. The tingling in his spine quickly built to a pleasurable tension, his body demanding more with each thrust. As his sensations heightened, he felt the need to drive deeper into her warm, moist, welcoming depths. With each stroke, the pleasurable torment intensified, taking him higher and higher, cresting in the sweet bliss of his orgasm. Clinging to her as his release came, his body jerked spasmodically.
Raising his head, he squeezed his eyes shut as a second wave of pleasure rolled over her. A cry left his throat as her muscles clenched and released, milking him dry.
She felt his warm, liquid semen shoot deep within her, and her body shuddered again.
"I love you, Hermione!"
Breathless, Severus fell back on the divan pulling Hermione over with him as ripples of pleasure continued to roll over them.
Severus breathed a deep, contented sigh and reached for the afghan that Elf had thoughtfully placed on the back of divan. Cradling her in his arms, nuzzling his nose in her curls, he whispered in her ear, “I am yours, and you are mine – for eternity.”
She turned in his embrace to look up at him. Through half-lidded eyes, she smiled and said in a hushed voice, “I'll never leave you, Severus.”
She nestled her soft body against him and listened to the soothing beat of his heart. Cradled in his arms, she felt loved, safe, and protected.
Looking down at her, he smiled. It was Friday afternoon; he had cancelled his classes. As Severus serenely, drifted into sleep, he thought, ‘I hope I cast that spell in time’.
He wanted nothing more than to lie here and hold his witch, his Hermione. He wrapped his arm around her protectively, his hand cupping her unfettered breasts.
Elf smiled. Elf happy. Master Professor and Miss be having happiness.
(to be continued… http://joannie3.livejournal.com/2888.html)
Fic: "Tonight You're Mine Completely Part III" (Harry Potter)
Archive: Sycophant Hex: Ashwinder (Alternate Universe)