Stood Up – Part 3

A/N: This is the third part of a multi part story. Go read the first part here! There is a lot of sex here, so if you’re easily offended by that…don’t read it!

I woke up warm and cocooned about an hour later. The evening light was fading, painting my way with the sunset. Anton was still solidly asleep behind me, his arms around my waist, holding me in the curve of his body.

I lay there and enjoyed the moment before slipping out from under his arm and walking naked to my bathroom.

Twisting my hair up in a clip, I took a quick shower and slid on some leggings and Anton’s shirt, which hung down over my thighs.

I paused back by the bed and lightly ran my hand over Anton’s hair, leaning over him to breathe in his scent and kiss his forehead.

I didn’t know what it was about this man, but everything in me screamed “Mine!” and wouldn’t let me go. Any other man that had pulled a stunt like not wearing a condom would not have flown, but this man? With this man it had turned me on even more.

I wasn’t on birth control, it had been too long since I had a long term lover for me to bother. But the thought that there might be consequences from this…didn’t bother me. Thinking about it made my thighs clench tightly together and more wet heat slick my insides.

I was old enough that if there was a child, it would be OK. I made a decent living and the thought that I might be forever tied to this man was not something that bothered me in the least.

I had a pot roast in the crockpot and grabbed myself a bowl. I figured that if Anton woke up, I would feed him then and otherwise not worry about it.

I opened my back doors and enjoyed the cool evening breezes as the sun fully set. I worked on paperwork for a while with a glass of wine and eventually went back upstairs, slipping off my leggings, but keeping on Anton’s shirt before snuggling back into bed with him.

In the middle of the night, I woke with Anton’s finger gently rubbing my clit and soft, wet kisses on my neck and shoulder. I came unexpectedly on a long groan and sighed as Anton’s fingers moved to my nipples and he slid inside of me from behind. This time was lazy. Anton was not in a hurry and though his thrusts were hard and at some point he rolled me to my front, pulling my hips up as he continued long, hard thrusts in and out of me, he seemed determined to enjoy every bit of the pleasure between both of us.

I felt my muscles start to clench up again and the felt the heat in my belly start to burn to my, now, inevitable conclusion, when I felt Anton’s fingers lightly explore my back entrance. As I was on my knees, face to the pillows, I was spread wide for his pleasure. Those light touches lit me up even further and I could tell from his groan when my inner muscles tensed around his long arousal that Anton could tell. He suddenly sank his thumb down, plunging through the tight muscles of that hole and I exploded. Keeping his thumb solidly hooked inside of me, Anton rode out my orgasm at the same steady pace he had already been maintaining.

As I started to come down, he pulled out of me, still hard, still not having cum and his thumb slid out of my backside. He steadied my hips with both hands and reached under me to gather my wetness on his fingers. After fucking me with his thick fingers for several minutes, his hand left my front to return to the back.

This time he took his time, using my own wet release to smooth the way, to slowly stretch one long finger, then two, then three into my backside. By the time he got three in, I was fighting where he held me still with his other hand on my hip to fuck myself on those three glorious fingers.

He pulled back again and I nearly started begging, when he leaned down and in a sleep roughened voice asked, “Gracie, do you have any toys…?”

I was barely coherent at that point, but I was able to reach out and pull open my bedside table drawer and point.

I felt him pull away from me for a second and reach into the drawer.

Whatever he came out with (and how he could even see in the dim light from the window, I wasn’t sure) I couldn’t see.

But I felt it soon enough.

He had chosen one of my thick, glass dildos that he hadn’t bothered to warm between his hands. He placed the cold hard tip at the entrance of my pussy and slid it in on one hard push. My muscles had been locked up from what he had been doing to my ass and my tissues were swollen from the other orgasms he had given me. I also hadn’t been expecting this, so it took some solid power to force the dildo deep inside of me.

So now I was spread before him, my pussy full of glass cock, my asshole loose and ready for more and a new orgasm simmering low and ready to break at any moment.

Anton stopped and seemed to take all of me in before I felt his hard tip at my back entrance.

“Are you ready for this Grace?”

I sobbed and nodded against the pillows.

And again, slowly, oh so slowly, he pushed past the muscle of my outer ring and slid deep inside me.

He was big, I already knew that, but with this I felt every thick inch of him.

When he was fully seated, we both groaned and shuddered at the pleasure.

The glass dildo in my front and Anton in my back made sure I was stretched as tight as I could go. It didn’t feel like there was any room left inside of me for anything.

And when he pulled back out, I knew we could both feel how he rubbed against the hard glass that was only a thin piece of skin away.

His earlier laziness disappeared and this time his thrusts were fast and brutal.

I lost count of how my times I came, eventually the glass dildo was forced out of my body by my own muscles spasms and when that happened, Anton reached around, found it and thrust it back inside of me, this time, thrusting the dildo in and out of me, countering his own thrusts. The dildo went in as he pulled out and he pulled it out as he was thrusting in.

He finally left me a quivering mess and I knew that I probably couldn’t cum anymore. He pulled the glass away from my swollen, soaked pussy and just cupped it in his big hand. His thrusts in my ass sped up and lost their rhythm and then he was coming deep inside of me and I could feel the jets of his release deep inside my backside. It was hot and it was enough to make my poor, overwrought pussy quiver again.

He shoved one last time as deep inside of me as he could go and stopped moving, letting my body absorb what he shot inside of me and just to be cruel, rubbed his fingers on my clit to make that last quiver into one final orgasm that I’m sure he enjoyed just as much as I did as my body milked his now softened cock where it still lay deep inside my backside.

We lay there, completely wrecked, his cock still up my ass, his hand cupping my pussy, spooned on our sides where we had fallen. His face was buried my hair and his hands finally drifted up my stomach to cup and lightly trace my breasts.

I didn’t think I could move, even though I knew we would both probably have to in order to clean up before we could go back to sleep.

He was the first to move. Pulling out of me, we both grunted and he rolled me gently to my back. With hard eyes, he came down over me and kissed me lightly, sweetly and in deep contrast to the look on his face. His tongue dipped gently into my mouth, rubbed against my tongue and he sucked at my lips. This went on for a while and he eventually trailed kisses down my jaw and my neck, down my chest to my breasts, where he laved both with hard, sucking kisses, until both breasts were pointed hard towards the ceiling.

And then he was sliding down my body again and his lips were between my legs, lapping at my swollen flesh, sucking at my clitoris, his tongue thrusting deep into my inner passage. It felt like he was trying to suck all my juices out of me and even though I didn’t think I could come anymore, I did.

My body tightened up and the waves broke over me and then he was there, sliding inside of me, harder than anyone I had ever felt, yet again.

He rode me hard and fast through my own orgasm and then let go himself. This time his release was like a balm on my swollen inner tissues and I felt each pulse of his release as he came. He pushed himself against my cervix and stopped, holding himself over me on his forearms.

His eyes were completely black as he stared down at me, “Grace, beautiful, sweet Grace, I am going to tie you to me so firmly, you will never think of letting me go. I don’t care if you don’t want me as much as I want you, because I am not going to let you go. I’m sorry, Cher, I am not a nice man and I intend to keep you.”

His words should have alarmed me, but for whatever reason, since he had first cleared his throat at my table at that restaurant, I had known deep inside of me that I was his. There was nothing rational about it, but I knew I was his and he was mine and that whatever it was between us was explosive and wouldn’t just disappear with time.

So, still cradling him deep inside of my body where we were both soaked from multiple orgasms that we had shared together, unprotected, I slid my hands up his body from where they had been wrapped around his back, to cup his cheeks in my hands to stare back at him. I traced his hard, sharp cheek bones and down his long nose, using my thumbs to trace his soft lips. Rocking up, it was my turn to claim his lips with mine and to give him long, slow, deep kisses, sucking his tongue into my mouth and eating away at him.

Sliding back down to the pillows, his body fully covering mine, I pulled my mouth away to say against his lips, “I’m all yours, for as long as you’ll have me, you’ve already got my body, but my heart is yours too if you want it. If I’m yours, then you’re mine and I’m going to hold onto you just as hard.”

At this, I felt his entire body relax down against me and his penis slid out of me as the last little bit of hardness flowed away from him.

We lay there in each other’s arms, wrecked in the aftermath of our loving.

I don’t know what it was about this man, but I knew that he was mine and that I was his and that was all that mattered.

We passed out clutched in each other’s arms, coated in sweat and cum and love and it didn’t matter. We were both content.

Copyright Justified Medea

Stood Up – Part 2

A/N: This is the second part of a multi part story. Go read the first part here! There is a lot of sex here, so if you’re easily offended by that…don’t read it!

I woke sometime deep in the night with his lips on my breasts. Apparently he hadn’t taken the time to appreciate them earlier, so now he lavished his attention on both. Licking, sucking, plucking with his fingers…it didn’t take him very long to have me thrashing and twisting on the sheets again.

Another foil packet was opened and this time he slid into me from behind, still manipulating my nipples as he kissed the spot where my neck met my shoulder. Neither one of us lasted very long and we both passed out again blissfully sated.

I woke to early morning light to find myself draped over him, my face tucked into his throat. I could feel his steady heart beat under my ear and I was content to just lie and drift for a while. My internal clock has always run early and I know most normal people don’t wake at dawn the way I do.

One of his hands was cupping my butt and the other was wrapped around my hips. I felt cared for and appreciated even while he slept.

I was fairly average in size and probably softer than I should be. I wasn’t a very active person, though I moved about regularly with my job and travels, but I didn’t feel like my weight bothered him at all and he seemed to like how soft I was in comparison to his hardness.

Things like this didn’t happen, did they?

I shifted my face up, pressing my lips under his jaw, just below his ear and breathed his heavily masculine scent in. The stubble that I had felt last night was now heavily apparent and I enjoyed rubbing my cheek against it. My long, straight coppery blonde hair was tangled around us and twined with his coarser, curlier black hair. I liked the sight of it like that.

Apparently I’m absolutely shameless the morning after, but what could I say? I hadn’t been happy like this in a while. And if this was only going to be a one-night stand, I was going to enjoy everything I could.

I felt something stiffen against my thigh and I decided that it was my turn.

I slithered down his body and settled between his legs. His erection was cherry red and stiff. He was thick enough that he filled my entire hand. I slipped him into my mouth and savored slowly sucking him down.

He was salty, with just a hint of sweetness. I cupped his balls in one of my hands and enjoyed giving him slow deep swirls and flicks of my tongue.

He groaned and I felt his hands slip into my hair. I took my time and enjoyed every thick inch of him.

“Grace…”

I could taste the precum seeping out of the tip of him.

“Gracie…I’m going to come…”

His hips were rocking with my mouth now.

I hummed deep in the back of my throat and I felt him swell and get harder. I crossed my arms over his hips and sucked him as far down the back of my throat as I could get him. Using my throat muscles to swallow him, I felt him finally erupt with a clench of his hands in my hair and a long groan.

His legs went loose and I felt his body relax back into the bed. With one last lick that made him twitch, I let him slide out of my mouth and pulled myself up to rest lightly on his tight belly, running my fingers lightly through his chest hair.

He was still breathing heavily, one long arm thrown across his eyes.

I couldn’t help smiling somewhat smugly.

“Jesus Christ, Gracie…”

I kissed his belly and luxuriated in how wrecked he was.

He reached down and doing a small ab crunch, easily pulled me back up over him, rolling us to our sides. I threw my leg over his hip and smiled at him.

“What a wonderful way to wake up.”

He kissed me and we both lost track of time as we made out. He ended up making his way down me this time and licking me into oblivion too.

A very good morning indeed.

We went to breakfast and I drove him to the airport. Neither one of us seeming to want to part.

He gave me a long kiss at the security check point and I watched him walk away. He didn’t look back.

We hadn’t exchanged phone numbers and I resigned myself to reliving last night for a very long time.

It was a letdown to go home and spend the rest of my weekend dealing with chores and errands.

I lived outside of town on the sea cliffs. I enjoyed my privacy and my large garden.

I had bought an old, drafty Victorian and had slowly fixed it up and made it into exactly what I wanted it to be. Saturday night I sat on my wrap around porch on the porch swing with a stiff drink and lamented that it was unlikely that I would ever meet someone like Anton again. What a spectacular evening.

If nothing else, it gave me something to get myself off to, but afterwards I just felt sort of empty.

I know it was ridiculous to think that I could fall for someone in just one night…but…apparently I did.

I was depressed about it, but there wasn’t anything I could do, so I carried on.

Monday rolled around and I was back at work.

I was trying to sort out another shipping manifesto that had something, somewhere wrong. Things were off by several thousand dollars, but everything matched prices that had been agreed upon, but when I added it all up, it did not match the final price on the invoice. I marked the invoice denied in our system and was instructing our shipping guy to send everything back. I wouldn’t accept items when the prices didn’t match up.

There was a knock on my office door.

“Grace…?”

I looked up to see that Missy, my bubbly assistant stood in the doorway with a huge vase of chrysanthemums, gladiolas and hydrangeas. It was an odd arrangement, but bold and beautiful.

“These just came for you! Did your date on Friday go well?!”

Missy kept my calendar and usually knew about my dates before I did.

She set the vase on the corner of my desk and I found the notecard hidden amongst the blooms.

I pulled the envelope open and pulled out the simple, elegant card.

I can’t stop thinking of you… ~A

Oh boy…

“Common Grace! Who are they from?”

“Well, my date Friday didn’t go as planned…but I met someone else…”

She drilled me for details, but I didn’t feel like sharing them. It had been too…special. A private moment that I wasn’t ready to talk about yet.

Each day more flowers showed up. Tuesday it was lilies and snapdragons with a note that said I miss sleeping with you sprawled on top of me.

Wednesday brought hyacinth and sunflowers and note that said I can still smell you.

Thursday found me with Gerbera daisies and lilac and I want to see you again, will you…?

“Will you what?” asked Grace, who had been excitedly waiting each day to see what came next. She had only gotten to hear the contents of a few of the notes.

“I don’t know Missy.”

Friday rolled around and I waited with anticipation. I assumed he would finish the question today.

But…there were no special deliveries and I had to admit to myself, I was really disappointed. Maybe he had lost interest after all.

But, just before 5 PM, when I usually leave, there was another knock on the door. Expecting Missy, I yelled “Come in!” and kept working on yet another weird invoice. I had a feeling I would be staying late tonight.

A throat cleared in my doorway…a very familiar throat clearing.

I looked up and found Anton standing in my doorway, holding a large bouquet of white roses and deep blue asters.

My heart picked up and without even thinking about it, I got up and went around my desk to slip into his arms. I didn’t have it in me to play it cool, I was too happy to see him again.

He buried his face in my hair and took a deep breath. I could feel the vase in his other arm against me and stepped back to take it from him, burying my nose in the fragrant blooms before setting them on my desk. (The others were at home).

I went back to Anton and cupped his face in my hands. He looked exhausted. His cheeks were a little gaunter than before and he wasn’t even pretending to be polite this time. The predatory gleam that I had caught right before he ate me out that first time was right there on the surface of his face.

His arms slipped back around my hips as I studied him.

He was in jeans and a dark green button down shirt topped with a leather jacket. His hair looked a little longer and wilder than it had been before and he looked absolutely edible.

“I hope I’m not intruding or bothering you. I only knew where you worked.”

“I think you can tell by my response that I am extraordinarily happy to see you. But… you look tired.”

“I came straight here. I finished up a project this week that was supposed to take longer, but…I wanted to come back and see you. I finished up yesterday and then got on a plane. I just got in. I wanted to ask you if you would let me take you out again.”

I smoothed my hands down his chest.

“Why don’t you come home with me instead. I can fix you dinner and then you can get some sleep. When do you have to leave?”

“I…took some time off. I find that after last weekend, I am…consumed by you.”

I blushed. “Well then…come home with me and let me take care of you for a bit.”

His lips turned up at the corners and he finally leaned down and kissed me. He tasted even better than he did before.

“I would like nothing better.”

“Sit for a minute and let me close things out.”

I quickly tidied my desk up and marked yet another invoice denied. How strange that I would have several in one week. I should stay late, but…it was so rare that I indulged in personal business. I grabbed my desk phone and called the mailroom to give them orders to ship everything back…again and then shut down my computer and gathered my purse and the paperwork I had planned to look at over the weekend.

Anton lounged in one of my chairs and in the few minutes it took me to get ready to leave, he seemed to relax somewhat. It was like he was reassured enough by my reaction to his appearance and my invite to let go some of the tension he had carried with him.

Yet another knock sounded briskly at my door and it was shoved open with Missy appearing with still more paperwork clutched in her hands.

“Hey Grace, I was just getting ready to head out…too bad no flowers came tod…OH! My apologies, I didn’t realize you had a visitor!”

Her eyes quickly caught on the new vase sitting there and darted to Anton and then back to me.

“Oh!”

He did rather take up a great deal of space in my office, his long legs spread out in front of my desk. Unlike the first time I met him, where he seemed to almost blend in, this time there was no pretense that he was very present.

I smiled at her.

“Missy, this is Anton Demir. Anton, this is Missy Bueller, my assistant.”

Missy clutched her paperwork close to her chest after a quick assessment.

“So lovely to meet you Mr. Demir, I just wanted to say goodnight to Grace. Have a great weekend you two!” She scuttled out the door like something was on fire.

“As you can see, the flowers caused quite a stir this week. But…thank you. They’re all beautiful and I looked forward to getting them every day.”

Anton gave me a wan smile and stood up, opening my door to let me through and then standing back as I locked up. I carried my newest flowers with me.

I led him out to the parking lot and figured out where he had parked his rental, a black Escalade. I gave him my address and directions, but assumed he would follow me.

It takes about thirty minutes to drive to my place. The museum sits on the north edge of town and my house was even further up along the coastal road.

Thirty minutes is just long enough to start worrying about all kinds of things. I hadn’t had a man in my home for quite a while.

Oh well, not a lot I could change about it now.

I have a long driveway. The people who had owned the house before me had put a fence around the entire property. It’s not a fence that will keep anyone out, just a few solid rails, but I think it’s pretty and it at least gives the impression of private property. You have to drive through a gate, that I usually keep open and then wind up the hill for about half a mile.

I had not lost Anton on the drive and we trailed up my driveway slowly. It’s gravel and I hoped he wasn’t regretting his choice to follow me home.

Luckily my house is pretty gorgeous, at least I think it is.

And I’ve done a lot of work on the house and the landscape.

Pale blues, purples and whites were the colors I had gone with, a large wrap-around porch, sloping roofs, a turret…it could have been gaudy, but somehow wasn’t. I kept about an acre around the house cleared for my various gardens, but the cliffs were nearby and I had an amazing view of the ocean, the rest was forest and winding hills. I loved my house and the property it sat on.

I parked and got out as Anton parked beside me.

He pulled a duffle bag out of the truck with him and he followed me up the front steps to my door, seeming to take in everything as he went.

I unlocked my front door and let us into my foyer, a wide open space with dark wood and clean white walls covered in artwork. A circular table with a large, colorful glass vase that I had picked up in Russia sat in the middle of the table. My stair case curves up the side wall in a circular motion and there are two front rooms off the sides and a hall way that leads back further into the house.

I set my keys, my bag, the vase and paperwork on the circular table and turned towards Anton. I heard the door click shut and what I assumed was his bag hitting the floor. And then his arms were around me and his lips on mine once again and what we had started in the office, exploded.

He hoisted me up, letting my legs around his hips and turned towards the stairway.

“Where’s your bedroom?” was muttered against my lips.

Slipping my fingers through his hair and continuing to kiss him, I muttered “upstairs” back into his mouth and he turned and effortlessly carried me up the stairs as we continued to go at it.

We broke a part long enough when we reached the top long enough for me to point him to the door at the end of the hallway.

He walked us down the hallway and through the door, twisting around to put me on the bed much like he had done that first night.

But unlike that first night, there was no slow, drawn out deliberate descent into lust.

This was fast and hard.

He pulled my skirt down my legs and helped me pull off my silk blouse. My underwear came next and he undid his belt and pulled his hard cock out, stroking it as I pulled my underwear off.

He put his knees to the bed and pulled me to the edge, setting the thick, bulbous head at my opening and pushing roughly inside of me.

He was ruthless. I was wet and turned on, but without any other foreplay, I was tight. He thrust fully inside of me, not stopping until he bumped up against my cervix.

When he was fully inside of me, he stopped and we both panted into each other’s faces, simply absorbing the impact of being joined once more.

His face was hard and I think we both realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom at the same time. I didn’t think it was possible, but his face got even harder and he dragged himself slowly out before firmly thrusting back again.

My knees were up, but I pulled myself even wider and tilted my pelvis up to open myself even wider to his hard hips.

I didn’t have to do much accept enjoy the ride, watching his eyes watch where he thrust in and out of me.

It felt so good. He was so hard, so rough, but steady and unrelenting. It felt like he was hitting the center of me with every thrust and the heat, which had already exploded, just built and built.

I was whimpering by the time he dropped a rough hand down to lightly tap my clit. Between that and what he was doing thrusting in and out of me, it was enough to set me off and I exploded around him, drenching him in the slick wetness of my release.

I melted back into the bed and he gave a harsh grunt as he sped up, falling fully on top of me. His shirt rubbed against my breasts, which had come loose from my bra, chafing my hard nipples.

I took his full weight and he put his forehead to mine, staring deeply into my eyes while I held onto him, enjoying watching him lose himself in me.

His thrusts lost their rhythm and sped up, pounding deeply in my body.

I didn’t think it was possible, but he pulled another hard orgasm out of me and my legs closed tightly around his hips as I lost it again.

At the tightening of my muscles again, he finally came. I could feel his wetness pulse inside of me and he deliberately pushed fully into me and watched me watch him as he came.

He surrounded me completely and I realized that he was the first man that had ever been in this bed.

He relaxed slightly and rolled to his side, taking me with him.

Tracing my face gently, just like he had that first night, he smiled somewhat sheepishly at me.

“The things you do to me, Gracie…I thought that weekend must have been a fluke…but no…you just get better and better.”

I pulled away gently long enough to unhook my bra and let my hair down, before turning back to him and helping him to pull his boots off and then the jeans that had made it partly down his thighs. His shirt came next, along with the white undershirt he had on underneath.

He was almost asleep by then and I realized how long he must have traveled. I got him underneath my duvet and curled up against him. He was snoring gently in my ear by the time I got myself situated and I let my body relax against his loose one before falling asleep as well.

Copyright Justified Medea

The Weaving – Part 9 (Epilogue)

Author’s Note: This is the ninth and final part of a longer piece of Snape/Hermione fanfiction, read part 1 first!

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me! They are not mine! I didn’t think them up! I am not making any money off of them! I just take them out of the box and play with them a little bit here and there.

Five years later…

Hermione had graduated early from the Oxford College of Magic.

After the final battle was over and the Britain magical community had begun healing again, someone, probably Dumbledore, had figured out what she had done. Everyone had been baffled by Severus’ survival and someone had sorted through the events leading up to Voldemort’s frustrated attempts at cursing him, linking it to Hermione’s own collapse.

The weaving was considered a master level spell.

She had been immediately accepted into a combined masters, doctoral program at Britain’s most famous magical university.

At graduation, she had been offered a full time teaching position with Oxford and the ministry, now led by Shacklebolt, had asked her to consult with them. Harry and Ron were both Aurors and she was happy to share in the occasional adventure.

While Hermione maintained her activist activities, started so long ago with the house elves, she was happy teaching and publishing her work. The sporadic bit of excitement that she got up to with the ministry projects were enough to keep her happy.

She felt Severus slide into the bed behind her.

And Severus…

Severus still made her happier than she had ever been.

His arms curled around her, gently stroking the growing bump of her stomach, stopping to cradle both her and their baby in his arms.

His sharp teeth nipped at her ear and even five months pregnant, she felt herself get wet and ready for his hard penetration.

One of his hands slipped down, pulling her thigh up and over his hip, before drifting back to stroke through her wetness.

His slow steady thrust made them both moan and his dark voice rasped heavily into her ear… “Why, Professor Snape…I think you’re taking advantage of me again…”

Her back arched in pleasure and she managed to force out…

“Really Professor…I think this time it’s all you…”

 

Here for You by usagistu

I hope you enjoyed this story! There is so much amazing fanfiction out there that I could never hope to live up to. But it gives me and many others hours and hours of entertainment and escape.

Here are a few of my favorite authors and stories that you should definitely check out if you want more Snape and Hermione!

Tyger! Tyger! by Bloodcult of Freud – This is probably my all time favorite. I reread it every year or so. The author used to have their own site where they had all of their writing up. I wasn’t able to go find it like the last time I went looking. Luckily this story was posted in multiple forums. I recommend all of Bloodcult of Freud’s work. While this is my favorite, everything they wrote is amazing.

The Tales of Josan is the old livejournal site of I assume, Josan, who has written many different fanfics. Her Snape/Hermione stories are definitely among my favorites, but her Snape work is also so, so, SO good. Her work in other fandoms is also great. I recommend everything posted here. There’s a little bit of something for everyone.

Arsenic Jade is another one that does amazing Harry Potter Fanfic. Read all of it.

Leni Jess did some amazing work, but my favorite stories are Cheat the Devil, Binding Rituals, and Out of This World. Leni Jess also wrote some amazing Lucius stuff that I also recommend. When I went to find these links, I came across an entry on her livejournal from her sister and brother about how she had passed away unexpectedly. It was sort of a kick in the stomach. I always found her work to be truly beautiful.

One of my favorite forums is Ashwinder at Sycophant Hex. They have multiple forums and archives for all kinds of different Harry Potter fanfic. This is their specific Snape/Hermione forum. There are many amazing authors and stories here. This will provide you hours and hours of entertainment.

And of course, there is always adult-fanfiction.org and fanfiction.net. The quality varies and the content varies, but you can find good stuff in both places for multiple fandoms and originals.

I’m sure I’m forgetting things. As I remember, I will add them here!

I hope you enjoyed the story and I love to get comments!

 

 

The Weaving – Part 8

Author’s Note: This is the eighth part of a longer piece of Snape/Hermione fanfiction, read part 1 first!

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me! They are not mine! I didn’t think them up! I am not making any money off of them! I just take them out of the box and play with them a little bit here and there.

Hermione was firmly ensconced in Severus’ rooms. The doctors had cleared her to leave St. Mungoes. Apparently there was very little they could do after the pain broke down a bit more. They likened the curses that had rebounded onto her like lactic acid. The magic had built up in her body and while they had dealt with the immediately consequences of the curses as they had happened, which is the only thing that had saved her life, there was nothing they could do about the lingering magic that simply had to dissipate over time. They had recommended heating pads, hot baths, massage and dark chocolate to combat the lingering effects.

Severus had not left her side once.

They still hadn’t really talked about any of it, but it seemed like an unspoken agreement that other things needed to come first.

Harry was still at St. Mungoes, in much worse shape than Hermione.

While Severus had been able to work crucial magic against Voldemort, keeping him distracted long enough for the Boy Who Lived to step in and throw that final, necessary curse.

The Order had broken in just at the right moment, but everyone was battered and bruised from the fight. Harry had been hit by several curses and the final showdown with Voldemort had nearly done him in. He was recovering, but he had a long way to go.

Ron, who had fought by his side the whole time, had also been hit by a number of curses and had spent his own time at St. Mungoes, before returning home to the Burrow.

While everyone seemed rather confused about why Snape was hovering over Hermione, everyone seemed too busy or hurt to really say much of anything.

So it was with little fuss that once cleared, Severus had bundled Hermione carefully up in some woolen blankets and carefully holding her in his arms, apparated them back to his rooms at Hogwarts.

Hermione had done nothing but sleep for several days, only waking up long enough to stumble slowly to the loo and to sip at the water and soup that Severus always had waiting for her.

He kept the fire blazing and brought in every sort of pillow that could be imagined. When he was not curled around her in the bed, he made sure her body was bolstered by the pillows. At night, when she woke from the pain, he was there to firmly rub her back and her arms and her legs for hours until the magic let her go for a while again.

On the eighth day, she finally woke up enough to ask for a bath. Severus ran the water and then came back to help her get her clothing off. She had been in nothing but one of his shirts, which was several sizes too big, and a pair of panties, since he had brought her back. The situation could have been weird or awkward. Yes, they had had sex and he had seen all of her, but this was a different sort of vulnerability. But somehow…it just wasn’t.

He watched her almost obsessively. Even in her sleep, she knew he was there, just within reach if he was needed. He had refused to talk to anyone, and Dumbledore had finally come and sat in his sitting room to get the final details of the last minutes before the final confrontation out of him. Shacklebolt had come as well and Severus had given them a few brief minutes, though both Dumbledore and Shacklebolt could tell that his attention was not on the details, but on the woman in the bedroom. They had finally left him in peace.

Once her clothing was off, Severus sat her gently back onto the bed and stripped his own clothing off. It took Hermione a moment to fully realize that she had never really seen him fully unclothed. That night before the final battle, he had mostly had his clothing on until the final moments and by that point, she had been so consumed with passion that other than momentary impressions, she had never really gotten to take him all in.

He was a lot bigger seeming without clothes on. The full set of formal robes he wore over the traditional, Victorian, high necked suits covered wide shoulders and a slim waist. While he could certain stand to gain a few pounds, he was heavy with muscle and scars upon scars upon scars…

She had to reach out and grab him to make sure that he was really there and this wasn’t really a dream.

He came back to her and sank down on his knees between her legs and let her just run her hands over his face and his hair. She knew she was crying and realized that this was probably a delayed reaction, but she couldn’t seem to help it. She allowed herself to tumble off the bed and throw herself somewhat awkwardly into his arms, straddling his hips, pressing her body as close to his as she could.

They stayed like that until she had cried herself out. His heat gradually sinking into her body, soothing her muscles from the pain that never quite went away and she realized that he was rubbing her back, crooning softly to her.

Finally, when there were no tears left for her to cry, he stood up and carried her into the bathroom. He settled both of them in the massive, cast iron tub that he must have filled magically with hot water. Tucked up under his chin, they stayed in that tub, not saying a word, until the heat gradually dissipated and his body heat wasn’t enough to keep her warm.

Once more he picked her up and pulled her out of the tub, casting a quick charm to dry them without towels. Carrying her back to bed, he laid her down and crawled under the covers with her. Curling his big body around her, she felt good for the first time in a very long time.

She let one of her fingers trace his high cheek bones and the broad curve of his brow. Drifting down his hooked nose, she traced his lips and gave herself the pleasure of slipping her hand into his hair. Not at all greasy, the soft, silky strands trailed through her fingers easily and she realized that his hair had grown much longer. He probably hadn’t had time to trim it in a while and she found that she liked the longer length.

And for once she didn’t immediately fall asleep again and she found that she had so much to say to him.

When she had woken up and found him gone that first morning, she had known where he had gone and known that it had started. She had caught glimpses of him throughout that long day and had had at least some knowledge of what he was going through.

She had been so scared. She had alerted the Headmaster and Harry and had left for headquarters to get ready.

And she had realized that she had never gotten to tell him how much she loved him. And ultimately, that was the most important thing. How had they shared that night without her making sure that he knew? What had scared her so much such a short time again seemed to be the only thing that mattered.

She was pretty sure he knew…it seemed fairly obvious after everything she had done, but…

And she realized that she didn’t even care if he loved her back the way that she loved him. He obviously felt something, otherwise the past week wouldn’t have happened. He wouldn’t have been the first thing she had seen when she woke up and he wouldn’t have taken care of her ever since. Severus was not a man to do something just out of gratitude. It was one of the things she loved so much about him. He wouldn’t be forced into social niceties easily.

She snuggled closer into his body. He was staring down at her, letting her take her time touching him. His eyes were heavy lidded and she could feel his erection pressing up between her legs. There was no pressure from him to do anything about it though and he seemed content just to be petted. Her body was warm and loose for the first time after what felt like ages and she was able to relax and just enjoy laying there.

“I love you, you know.”

Maybe not the most romantic declaration, but it needed to be stated and she needed to say it.

His face didn’t change, but he gathered her even closer and gently rolled onto his back, carrying her on top of him. Her legs fell off his hips, and the tip of his arousal touched her center, which she found was already wet.

She scooted back, pushing back to let him slide inside her tight channel.

They both hissed in the pleasure and looking up, she realized that he hadn’t expected that. She rolled her hips slowly, fucking herself slowly on his length. He arched beneath her and she felt him dig his ankles into the mattress to give himself better leverage to work with her.

She sat up slowly, forcing him deeper inside of her and a groan rumbled through his big chest.

Slowly she began to ride him in earnest, letting her hands trace over the scars on his chest, down his pectoral muscles, to the deeply defined muscles in his abdomen.

The heat between her legs grew slowly this time, her body taking the time it needed to build her pleasure.

One of his own hands slipped down to where they were joined and gently, oh so gently, plucked at her clitoris.

The heat exploded slowly, in a long wave that rolled through her entire body. She let her body fall over his, letting her forehead rest on his as his own rhythm picked up and he found his own pleasure deep inside her languorous body.

Both spent, she remained draped over him, his penis finally slipping out of her when he was fully finished. Breathing heavily together, they didn’t move.

Finally, his hands came up from where they had gripped her bottom and cupped her cheeks. Pulling her face back, he gave her a hard stare.

“And I…you.”

It was enough.

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The Weaving – Part 7

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He arrived to the house to find it engulfed in as much activity as the site of the actual battle.

People rushed here and there, grabbing medical supplies and other necessities to carry back with them. Aurors, who had appeared with the Order, were as numerous here as at the battlefield as well. Mad Eye Moody stood overseeing it all.

He still didn’t see her.

The panic he had felt before began leeching back into his chest. He stopped and tried to remember how he could open his mind to search for her whereabouts.

What had she done, the silly little girl?

He threw his consciousness out, looking for her and found absolutely nothing.

Again he grabbed the arm of a passerby to enquire about Miss. Granger.

This time he managed to grab Mrs. Weasley.

“Hermione? It was the oddest thing. The Order had just left to follow you when Hermione grabbed herself and started screaming like someone had crucioed her. I’ve never seen anything like it and it just got worse from there.”

Mrs. Weasley paused as if trying to find the words to continue describing what had happened.

“We finally took her to St. Mungoes, it was like she was being cursed with every sort of horrible curse imaginable.”

Severus felt the blood drain out of his face. That’s what she had done. That silly, stupid little Know-It All. She had made it so that everything sent at him landed on her instead.

She had been right. It had allowed him to do what he needed to. He had been able to act as if nothing was wrong with him, because it had all been reflected from him to her.

Gods.

This time he went straight into St. Mungoes and started terrorizing the staff until someone finally led him to her too still, nearly white form, on a narrow cot in a far off corner of the spell damage ward.

They had put her into a controlled coma. They said they didn’t know what else to do to stop her pain. The nurse said that a team of doctors had had to stand by her side and deal with whatever damage had magically begun appearing. No one seemed to understand what she had done.

They quickly left him alone with her. Seemingly uncaring as to why someone such as him would have any business frantically searching out one of his students. Of course, they were still dealing with casualties from the battlefield being brought in.

He reached out a hand that had finally begun trembling to caress her still features.

Everything that he had been holding inside, ever since the death of Lily, started flowing through him.

For the first time in his adult life, Severus Snape felt his knees buckle and an almost uncontrollable wave of grief for everything that he had suffered and lost in his life swept through him in one last astounding wave that forced him to his knees by her side, where all he could do was weep and pray that this once, just this once, he wouldn’t lose someone that mattered as much as she did.

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Hermione had felt the first strike of the crucio. She could see Severus standing before that thing like she was standing right there with him.

She had known that this is what it would be like. She had known as soon as she had started the casting what the probably consequences for her would most likely be.

As the pain took her and her limbs gave out, she had no regrets. She had bought them time, time they desperately needed and if she saved him at the same time, well, it was worth it. She was fairly insignificant in the grand scheme of things, but he…he deserved so much more.

She felt the world slipping away from her and vaguely heard the cries of people around her, but she didn’t have it in her to pay attention. Her mind was on him. She saw his lips start to move and his wand begin to dance before she faded into the darkness.

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Everything hurt. Consciousness came back to her slowly. Her muscles ached as if she had been running obstacle courses for the last week. Something beeped mechanically nearby and she was wrapped in something hard and warm.

Trying to open her eyes proved more of a challenge than Hermione Granger would have liked.

She tried to move her hands to investigate what was wrapped so tightly around her, but couldn’t do more than give them a twitch.

Slowly, ever so painfully, she finally managed to turn her head a little and get one of her eyelids open at least a fraction.

She was in a hospital, that much was obvious. The beeping noise seemed to be coming from a machine by the bed. Who knew a wizarding hospital would use something so…muggle?

And the thing wrapped around her, turned out to be a person.

Severus as a matter of fact. Who seemed to be deeply asleep, holding on to her for all the world like he thought she might disappear.

“Severus…”

Her throat felt like a desert, like she hadn’t had water in years.

And why did she hurt so badly, had there been an accident? She couldn’t remember, it was just right outside of her memory’s reach…

But Severus was holding her, here, in public, so things must not be too bad, right?

This time, she got both her eyes open and took a minute to take stock.

She hurt and was sluggish, but she wondered how much of that was because of the drugs that seemed to be dripping into her from the bag that hung nearby.

She tried again, “Severus…?”

This time his eyes snapped opened, looking directly into hers. The relief was palpable.

“Hermione, oh gods, my sweet Hermione…” His hands danced over her face and her arms, seeming to check that she was all there.

“Nurse…! Nurse…! She’s awake! Get in here…!”

Medical personnel spilled into the room and pushed him off the bed and out of the way.

Hermione was still confused, but her eyes held his and she was content enough with the fact that he was there that she could relax and try to answer the questions that the doctors and nurses started asking her.

 

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The Weaving – Part 6

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“Severussss… I am not pleased, Severussssss… it seems as if you are bound to continually fail me.”

The hissing grated in his ears as it always did and he began bracing himself for what was to come. But it would be too late for Voldemort, no matter what happened to him now. He had set his own plan into motion before coming here. If things had gone as they should, the Order was already in the tunnels under this house, coming to take the Dark Lord by surprise.

Severus smiled viciously back at Voldemort. “Perhaps it is not I who have failed you…Tom Riddle…”

Voldemort’s already narrow eyes slitted further. “Why Severusssss…whatever could you be implying?”

Voldemort flicked his eyes behind Severus and Severus felt strong hands grab his arms on both sides that then began dragging him forward.

Professor Severus Snape had been called many things in his time, but cowardly he was not. He took a breath as he was dragged forward, but almost felt relief that the time to bring his duel nature to light. His only regret would be leaving her….no he wouldn’t think of her here, he wouldn’t give the Dark Lord that pleasure. He allowed himself one last quick thought of the last night he had spent wrapped in her arms in pleasure, before closing that part of his mind off entirely.

The summons had come early in the morning. He had awoken to find her still curled in his arms, her soft breasts pressed into his side, her thigh tossed over his. He had allowed himself one, perfect moment of joy to realize that it hadn’t been a dream, that this perfect creature had chosen to take him as a lover.

The summons had started burning through the mark and he hadn’t had time to do anything other than press a last kiss to her soft lips, throw some robes on and apparate away. She would be better off without him anyway. She would find someone else one day, someone who was better for her than he was. But she had been his, for one brief, perfect night. There were worse ways to walk to one’s death. He was grateful that the gods had given him one last gift to carry with him into the darkness. He had loved and sacrificed everything for Lily, but Hermione had, for one brief, shining moment, reminded him of what it was like to actually live for something other than revenge and pain.

Severus continued smiling. It felt like a bitter, twisted smile, but it was about all he had left to give. He had known that this would be his end, but if it left the world a better place for her to thrive in, then he had no regrets.

Voldemort seemed taken aback by Severus’ lack of fear or instant groveling for forgiveness. This was very unlike Severus, who would normally do anything to stay in Voldemort’s good graces.

Severus braced himself as Voldemort raised his hand. Severus knew what was coming, he also knew that it wouldn’t end this time.

“CRUCIO!!”

It took Severus a second to realize that nothing had happened.

It took Voldemort a moment longer to realize the same thing.

Voldemort snarled and screamed again. “CRUCIO!!!!”

Still nothing happened.

The situation quickly deteriorated from there. Voldemort continued screaming curses at Severus. Whoever had been holding him in place had disappeared without a sound, leaving Severus standing in front of the nearly crazed (at least more so than usual) Dark Lord, looking as bewildered as the rest of the Death Eaters who had been waiting to see the end of one Severus Snape.

Snape couldn’t understand why he wasn’t on the floor screaming in agony as the Dark Lord slowly and surely took him apart, as he had meant too.

Voldemort seemed to be nearly frothing at the mouth. Severus, as unaffected as before, managed to close his gaping mouth and lift his wand to start the complicated spelling that he and Dumbledore had decided upon if this chance ever came his way.

Voldemort didn’t seem to notice Snape doing anything at all at this point and dimly, somewhere behind him, Severus heard the Order crash through the doors.

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Several hours later….

It was over.

Voldemort was a crispy pile of scaly ashes by the chair he had originally been sitting in.

Harry had collapsed after the final explosion had finally cleared.

Snape stood as unscathed as he had started out. He felt bewildered. He was supposed to be dead, or at least in excruciating pain.

And where was she?

He looked around frantically, seeing the gruesome remains of most of his former associates and many friends as well.

People were rushing around, trying to help those who were down and helpless and gathering up the remaining Death Eaters.

The house that they had originally been in had been blown to bits within the first few minutes. They had ended up out on the moor that surrounded the house. Oddly enough, Voldemort’s chair still stood on a bit of Persian carpet in the wide open.

Things had progressed fairly quickly once Harry had made his way to the severely weakened Voldemort.

Severus felt the panic begin to set in. He grabbed the first person he came across, not even thinking about how odd it must look for him to be looking for Hermione Granger.

“Wotcher, Snape? Hermione stayed behind to coordinate movements. She’s at headquarters”, exclaimed Nymphadora Tonks.

Snape felt a moment of pure relief, before he realized that he hadn’t let go of Tonks yet.

He let go and turned in a swirl of black to disapperate back to Headquarters. Let others clean up the mess. He had done his part, it was time for him to finally get what he wanted.

 

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The Weaving – Part 4

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Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me! They are not mine! I didn’t think them up! I am not making any money off of them! I just take them out of the box and play with them a little bit here and there.

He returned several hours later, sore and tired. Voldemort had not been pleased with anything he had given him, though that wasn’t too unusual. Voldemort had been convinced that Severus was different somehow and had demanded an explanation, which of course couldn’t be given.

Severus thought himself lucky that he had managed to get away with nothing but a beating at the hands of Nott Senior.

He had locked this afternoon from his mind.

He wasn’t sure what to think about it, but at least now he had time to examine everything that had happened again in detail. The nagging sense of knowing what she did was still in the back of his mind.

He didn’t think that this was the kind of thing that he wanted to bring to the Headmaster’s attention either. The old man might like to think of himself as omniscient, but there were just some things that he didn’t need to know about.

What to do….? What to do….? He didn’t think that this was something to be ignored. He was pretty sure she hadn’t cursed him. What had she done?

He needed to know.

He suddenly had an idea. He blamed his tiredness and general weariness on not having thought of it before.

Moving quickly, he made his way to the library, managing to catch a Hufflepuff with one of his Slytherins in a corner behind a suit of armor. Really, he wondered as he gave them a dressing down, where was the taste these days?

He was lucky and managed to catch Irma Pince just before she herself left the library for the night. It was awfully late, and she was usually known for going to be at a reasonable hour. He was only glad that the main part of his beating wasn’t visible.

“Ah, Irma, I was wondering if you might do me a quick favor?”

Irma glared at him over her glasses. “This had better be important Severus.”

She never had forgiven him for sneaking past her wards as a student.

“Miss. Granger has come up with an interesting…experiment. I was wondering if I could see what books she has been looking at recently to ensure some of her…sources.” He made his voice the silkiest he could manage.

Pince sniffed daintily, nearly putting her nose in the air. “I can show you what she has checked out most recently, but that is all I can do. If you need to verify her sources, you should ask her to provide you with a list herself.”

The implication was obvious, it was late and Pince did not want to still be here. He smirked at her. “By all means, Irma…. please show me.”

She took her wand out and summoned a piece of rolled parchment from her desk.

“Thank you, Irma, you’ve been…quite helpful.” He smirked some more and made a show of slowly making his way back out of the library. Maybe this list would at least give him some sort of starting point on where to look to find an answer to his question.

Making his way back down to the dungeons was much more difficult than getting out of them in the first place. He was not as young as he used to be and he was tired, tired of the games, the politics, the torture… The pain potion he had taken when he had gotten back to his rooms was beginning to wear off. He was exhausted, he hurt and his mind was still spinning with the events of this afternoon.

His endurance was coming to an end. He needed his own bed. Too bad Miss. Granger wasn’t there waiting for him.

God, he had to stop thinking like this.

And then, almost as if the thought of her connected into whatever it was that she had done, he was seeing her again. He stopped to focus on this new vision. She was hurrying down corridors again.

This time right towards him.

His smile took on a new edge. It wasn’t going to be him who was surprised this time.

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The Weaving – Part 3

Author’s Note: This is the third part of a longer piece of Snape/Hermione fanfiction, read part 1 first!

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Severus Snape was stunned, literally and figuratively.

He had been annoyed when someone had knocked so persistently on his door. One would think the idiots would know better than to come to his office hours. He was going to be particularly unpleasant to whoever it was. He hoped the eyes of the creatures in the jars behind him looked like they were watching everything more so than usual today.

He wasn’t surprised when Hermione Granger came through the door. He was surprised by the determined look on her face as she moved swiftly towards him without his explicit invitation that she come sit in the uncomfortable chair in front of his desk.

He had known something was wrong when she moved around his desk. Was she going to try and kill him? Was she imperioed? Something was not right. That was when he went for his wand. He realized that he was a split second too late when her hands made a motion like she was throwing a blanket over him and he felt some heavy, something warm and moving settle on top of him, snaring him in place.

The Miss. Granger he knew would never have acted this way. Miss. Granger was always polite, waited for permission to come closer, was only over eager for answers to her questions. Miss. Granger was sexier than hell.

Where had that thought come from?

He felt an outpouring of power settle over him and he couldn’t move. He didn’t know what to expect. He only hoped that she made it quick. Wouldn’t they laugh to hear that he had been done in by a school girl after all these years.

Damn the girl! When it was so close to the end. When he had finally managed to set such a perfect plan on getting the Order to Voldemort. Just when he had begun noticing her as the woman she had become, she was going to betray them? Severus Snape felt his withered heart, which had only started beating once more for the first time in years, stop again at the sharp betrayal. Of anyone to do it…her?

And then she had begun speaking.

“I’m horribly sorry Professor. It won’t last long and it’s only to help you. I hope you’ll understand later.”

Understand that she was trying to kill him? There wouldn’t be a later!

And then she had started casting something and her actions had stunned him again. Though this time much more figuratively speaking.

When she kissed his forehead, he wished he could close his eyes and savor the feel of her soft lips like he had only dreamed about late at night when no one else was there. Dreams that he had locked in his mind as deep and as far as he could bury them to make sure that Voldemort never saw them.

“Mine to yours.” Kiss. This time those lips were placed on his. Oh what he wouldn’t have given to open his mouth against hers and taste that mouth in the way that it truly deserved.

“Yours to mine.” Kiss. The base of his throat, he could feel his heart start trying to beat its way out of his chest. And her hair….so close to his face he could feel its softness, smell the soft cinnamon and clove scent of her in his nose.

If she was killing him, there was no sweeter way that she could do it.

“Meas pectas te adfero, quid sentes, contrecto et partes et capio, fine.” He began translating in his mind as she kissed him right above his heart. Could she feel it pounding against her lips? “I give my heart to you, everything you feel, I take and share, Fine.”

What could this mean? What had she thrown over him? Why could he feel her heart beating with his? As she finished the spell he felt whatever it was that she had thrown over him seemingly tighten and for a second it was like their two bodies merged and existed together in the moment. It literally took his breath away when he could feel the surge of power push through her, into him, and back into her once again.

He was more than slightly bewildered now. He had expected to be in excruciating pain or worse, dead, by this point. When she had stunned him he expected the worse, but it almost seemed as if she might be saying….

No, not possible.

What was she doing? This wasn’t like anything he had ever seen before…but something nagged him in the back of his mind. What was it that he knew…?

She was speaking again. “My apologies once again Professor, but I hope it will help you and… it will help, it has to help! Just…when you’re doing what you have to do, know that it will give you the space that you need, you can count on that.”

She nearly fled the room. And here he was still stuck. He hoped no one else happened to wander by to see him this way.

He tried focusing on the feeling of the web that she threw over him. He couldn’t see it any longer, but he could still feel its throbbing in his very bones. He concentrated on the beat of the pulse, letting himself lose sight of the room and the feeling of being trapped in his chair. The rhythm was hypnotizing, he focused on the slow steady beat and slowly lost himself in its sound.

He suddenly realized he could see her still running down hallways, her bushy hair flying behind her until she suddenly ran into something, or rather someone. She emitted a squawk and ended up being supported by whoever it was, he couldn’t quite tell.

He experienced an intense surge of jealousy for whoever held her so close, which he would find rather odd at a later time.

That’s when he fell out of the chair. He gave an undignified squawk and picked himself awkwardly off the floor.

The vision disappeared. Whatever was holding him dissipated and he was once again able to control his own bodily movements.

Then his arm started burning and that thought, that little niggling thought that had been in the back of his head…also disappeared with his need to answer the summons of his other master.

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The Weaving – Part 2

Author’s Note: This is the second part of a longer piece of Snape/Hermione fanfiction, read part 1 first!

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He should be in his office.

She might as well get it over with. She began making her way to the dungeons, easily avoiding everyone she passed in the hallways with the invisibility cloak she had stolen from Harry.

The air became danker and damper the further down she went. She passed fewer students in the hallway. Her heart, which had never really calmed down from the casting itself, had started pounding again. This was it, he was going to know something at least and there was nothing she could do about it.

Was it possible for your heart to be broken before it truly belonged to someone else? He was going to laugh at her. What could a silly little know it all possibly have to interest him?

Things had been getting steadily worse lately. The final battle had to come soon. She only hoped they had had enough time to do everything they needed to.

She stopped in front of his door, letting the cloak fall off and taking a deep breath before knocking. She didn’t wait for him to tell her to enter.

Opening the door, she moved swiftly. He was glaring at her as she came through, but a look of surprise came over his face as she entered and moved towards him without his permission.

He got out, “Miss. Granger, what do you…” and began moving for his wand, which was in his sleeve, just a second too late before she got close enough to sweep the net over him, letting it settle over as much of him as was exposed in his chair. He froze, caught in its power, with a surprised look on his face.

She let herself relax, the hard part was over. She could almost smile at the stunned look his face was caught in.

“I’m horribly sorry, professor.” She spoke softly. “It won’t last long and it’s only to help you.” She moved forward so that she was directly in front of him.

“I hope you’ll understand later.”

She bent down and kissed his forehead to seal the spell, taking a second to breathe in the scent of him and savor his flesh on her lips. Pulling back only a millimeter she began the final bindings.

Twisting her hands in the air, miming what she had done to create the shining net the first time, “Mine to yours,” she bent down further to place a soft kiss on his lips. “Yours to mine,” she could feel the power of her work pulsing between them. She bent down further to place another kiss right at the base of his throat, nearly crying now at being so close to what she really wanted. “Meas pectas te adfero, quid sentes, contrecto et partes et capio, fine.” She didn’t dare look him in the eyes.

With the last word and a final kiss, she pressed her hand directly over where his heart was on top of his robes, she felt the magic she had just woven come completely together, encasing him, also connecting fully back into her, almost as if a string was strung between them, pulling tightly.

It was like taking a huge punch to the gut. She had to reach out to steady herself on the desk to try and absorb it and remember how to breathe again. It was almost as if everything that she had pulled out of herself to make the spell in the first place had rushed back to her all in one pull, nearly making her pass out at the Professor’s feet. The only thing that kept her upright was the realization that she couldn’t be anywhere near him when he was able to move again, which would be soon.

She recovered herself as best she could before straightening up, “My apologies once again Professor, but I hope it will help you and…” she nearly began sobbing, “it will help, it has to help! Just…when you’re doing what you have to do,” and this time she looked him right in those deep black eyes, “know that it will give you the space that you need, you can count on that.”

Without looking back, she nearly ran out the door. She had other things to finish that night.

Here for You by Usagistu

Copyright Justified Medea

The Weaving – Part 1

Author’s Note: This is probably the only piece of fanfiction I will ever post here (probably). Originally started back in 2009 or 2010, I didn’t actually finish it until fairly recently. It was originally published on Adultfanfiction.net and is still up over there if you want to read it in full immediately (I warn you, the editing isn’t quite there…). Professor Snape will always be one of my all time favorite anti-heroes. I always fall for the bad guys with the more complicated motives. They are so much more interesting than the white knight type of characters. Good guys are too easy. When we were first introduced to Snape in that very first book, I believed fully in his motives. I had faith that J.K. Rowling wouldn’t let us down by just making him an evil villain. There was so much more to Snape than that and of course, J.K. did not let us down. This piece is not canon, it doesn’t follow the books, it was, in fact, written originally before the final book was even out. I love Hermione as well and hate that she ended up with Ron. It gave me some relief when a while back, Ms. Rowling stated that she had made a mistake by having Hermione marry Ron. Of course, I don’t see her with Harry either, but with Snape. This is not the most amazing piece of Snape/Hermione fiction out there…in fact, in the end, I will post links to some of my all time favorites, but I am pleased with how it came out. Sometimes I sit down and can see everything take shape before hand, and this was one of those. I hope you enjoy! This piece is almost 10,000 words and is complete. I will post it in several parts. Thanks so much for reading.

Disclaimer: These characters do not belong to me! They are not mine! I didn’t think them up! I am not making any money off of them! I just take them out of the box and play with them a little bit here and there.

The magic was flowing through her like music. Her eyes were tightly shut, her fingers dancing quickly, weaving…something.

It was almost like being hypnotized, being so focused and concentrated on what one was doing that you lost all sense of time and space. All she knew was the magic and the rhythm that it was forcibly pulsing through her body.

She had never expected it to feel this way, when she decided to do this particular work. Maybe it was the power she was working with. Maybe it was her intent. Maybe it was the emotion that caused all of it. Maybe it was a combination of everything and for all that she could feel her power draining right out of her, it didn’t matter one little bit. It was for him.

She loved him.

Loved him, loved him, loved him. The knowledge beat through her body with her heartbeat and the power she was creating, weaving, forcing to take shape in the complicated work in front of her.

Her hair stood out, golden light sparking through its curly brown strands. Lights gently pulsed from her fingers, being twisted and turned into something tangible between her hands. Anyone who might have walked in on her would have thought that she was a nimbus of light herself, not that she was only channeling it.

She had come across the spell when she had been searching for something to help Harry. It hadn’t even occurred to her that something like this existed, that you could do something like this. She had known immediately that she had to do it.

She was unaware that hours passed, that people worried about where she had disappeared to. Nothing else mattered but doing this for him. She knew that the end was coming, that while Harry might have a small chance of surviving, he had absolutely none.

This might give him a small chance. Might give her a small chance.

What would she do without him? She didn’t have time for all the things she wanted to say and do… he would never know. She wouldn’t be able to bear that.

Her throat grew sore with the singing that she was unaware that she had started somewhere in the third hour of the work.

And then, she was done.

Her eyes opened, her hands cramped, and somewhere in the back of her mind she wondered if she would ever have anything left in her to give to any other magical work. She felt drained, empty, like she had given absolutely everything that was possible to give. Days might have passed while she sat in this tower room and she didn’t care. She smiled tiredly, hoping that that meant that it would work as it was supposed to and then looked at what she had created.

What appeared to be a glowing net spread across the tower floor in front of her, glowing like she had woven together sunlight in a tapestry of him. Swirls and patterns danced through the glowing energy lines creating images that burned behind one’s eyelids. Images of his robes swirling around corners, of his glares over cauldrons, of the small smile she had once caught from him when Malfoy had managed to blow up his potion and turn himself into a rhododendron that evangelized about the powers of muggle chocolate bars.

Everything she knew about him. Everything that she had learned from him, existed in this creation.

Underneath all of it was everything she felt and hoped and dreamed. If one really concentrated on all the flowing lines and all the many stories that this tapestry told, one could catch quick glances of a lean body pulling a smaller, softer one beneath him. Could see long slim hands slipping and caressing smooth silky skin and rounded curves. Could catch tongues forcibly dueling against each other and hands grasping at each other’s bodies and a get a sense of a deep, pounding, throbbing kineticism between two bodies…

She nearly wept at how much it told about her as well as him. She sighed and calmed herself with the fact that no one was going to see this, not even him. At least not for long enough to study it and see what she saw clearly. She hoped that he wouldn’t even realize it for what it was.

She still had to get it on him though. The thought of that nearly scared her as much as the thought of actually attempting to do this working in the first place. She had known going into this that if anything went wrong she would at least end up in the spell damage ward at St. Mungoes, but that hadn’t deterred her.

Now she had to approach him. Really the hardest part. She hoped he didn’t kill her for what she had to do. And if he ever figured out what it was…her heart stopped for a second. She reassured herself that he never would. She knew he would see her love as nothing more than a school girl crush on a professor. She didn’t think she could bear to see the snide pitying look he would give her if he had any idea of how she felt.

She might have graduated with honors and grown up, but she was sure he would never see anything more in her than that young, know-it-all muggle girl with big teeth.

She was so tired, she couldn’t even manage a sniffle at the thought.

She stood up, stretching out her joints, hearing her back pop and crack itself back into alignment. Bending down she gently picked the shining net up with her fingertips and folded it over her arm like a fisherman’s net. She wouldn’t have more than a moment to properly cast this and she couldn’t afford to let things get tangled up. It didn’t feel like a real net at all, more like a blanket of heat and energy. But she didn’t want to take the change that something might go wrong at the final moment.

Throwing Harry’s cloak over her shoulders, she undid the wards she had placed on the door and walked out.

Here for You by Usagistu

Copyright Justified Medea