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…”
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!
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.
Author’s Note: This is the seventh 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.
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.
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.
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.
Author’s Note: This is the sixth 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.
“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.
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.
Author’s Note: This is the fifth 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 taking a chance being out this late. But she was no longer a student and she was dealing with Order business. She didn’t have any curfews anymore and she needed to finish one last thing before she could finally collapse into her bed. Today had been the day before the last night of the full moon and one of the reasons she had decided to cast not only her weaving for Professor Snape but also a few smaller protection spells for Harry and Ron. She felt like she was running out of time.
She wasn’t paying attention to her surroundings. It was her only excuse about how easy it was for him to take her by such surprise.
One moment she was nearly running down the hallway, the next she was being swept into a small niche under black robes, pinned against the wall by a hard, lean body much taller than her own.
It took her a moment to gather her breath back to her before she managed to look up to meet hard black eyes. She really hadn’t needed to look up to know who it was who held her so tightly pressed against the wall, but she knew that if she didn’t look up, he would think her a coward.
“Miss. Granger…” purred that silky voice. Inside she began melting just a little bit. Oh God, he was going to kill her. She should have known better than to wander around after hours, especially after doing what she had done today.
Her eyes were caught by his and she couldn’t look away. “Well, well well…. what do we have here….a young woman who shouldn’t be out after hours….? And one who casts mysterious spells on their former professors at that. What should I do with you…? More importantly, what did you do to me?!”
“Professor Snape…oh….I don’t have time to explain everything right now! But it will help you, I swear!”
“Help me do what, little girl? And why are you trying to help me?”
Hermione was caught. She couldn’t possibly tell him the truth. “Because you need some help, sir! Others may not believe you’re on our side, but I do. Someone needed to do something for you.”
“Why Miss. Granger, why don’t I believe you? I do believe that you are stretching the truth somehow. I think you had another reason for doing whatever it was that you did today. And believe me Miss. Granger, I do intend to figure out whatever it is that you did.”
He could feel her trembling against him. Her big brown eyes were wide and slightly terrified. Her breasts were pressed against his chest and her lips were just begging him to lean down just a little more and take the taste that he had wanted earlier today.
“Professor…?” Her eyes, if anything, got bigger. Maybe it was the late hour, maybe it was the day he had had, maybe it was because she had started something that afternoon whether she realized it or not, but he gave into the impulse and leaned down to capture those soft lips with his own.
It was easy to part her lips with his own and stroke into her sweet mouth with his tongue. It took him a minute, especially in the heat of the moment, to realize she wasn’t resisting, that in fact her tongue was rubbing against his with abandon, that her eyes were closed and she had gone slack in his grasp.
Could it be…? Could Miss. Hermione Granger…want him?
He growled, low in his throat and returned to focusing on nothing but the taste of her and the feeling of her curves against his body. He shifted her until he had one arm under her bottom, pulling her off the floor, pressing her legs wide so that he could settle his body in the cradle they made. He ran his other hand up to her breasts, cupping one in the palm of his hand. His cloak covered almost all of them from anyone who might come along.
Her arms came up to wrap around him, pressing herself even closer to him if that was possible and she had started making soft noises low in her throat.
He finally pulled back on a groan, suddenly realizing that he really did have both hands full of warm Hermione Granger. They were both breathing heavily, both not sure quite what to say.
Hermione was the one to finally break the awkward moment. “Oh Severus, do it again.”
And with that, the rest was easy. “Wrap your legs around my waist, girl.” She did as he said and he carried her down the corridor, taking a sharp turn before whisking her through one of the many secret passageways that ran throughout the dungeons to his rooms.
He walked them through his sitting room, not pausing to ask for further consent. She was his now, right at this very moment and the fact that her lips still clung to his ensured that he would not be stopping without verbal dissent on her part. He was not a good man and if she didn’t understand that, she would soon enough.
He laid her down on his big, four poster bed. The room was dim, but he nudged the burning embers into a small fire with a murmured word and allowed his entire focus to be on her.
She was wearing a button down shirt, not unlike her school girl days. The buttons were easily undone and her plain, white bra was torn off in a hurry. Neither of them seemed willing to slow down.
She had medium sized breasts that filled his hands perfectly, tipped with small, pert pinkish brown nipples that responded quickly to his touch. He couldn’t help but bury his mouth between them and savor her taste, before moving his mouth to take one between his teeth and gently biting. The groan that caused was enough to make him even harder than he already was. He continued to lick and suck at her succulent nipples, nipping at the hard peaks, spanning her tiny waist with his big, work worn hands.
But he wasn’t alone in his adoration of his body. She reached up and nearly tore his vest and shirt off. Her hands felt like heaven over his bruised chest. Neither of them had the patience to wait much longer. Slow loving could happen later. In the here and now, it was too much.
He pulled her skirt down over her hips, tearing her basic white panties down with the skirt. The neat brown thatch of hair revealed made his mouth water and this time, it was his own moan that he couldn’t contain. She spread her legs for him and he could see her glistening wetly for him, even in the gloom of the bedroom.
And then he could smell her. He nearly lost it right then and there.
He cupped her in his hand and trailed a finger between her soft folds, finding her hard clit. Gently tweaking it, loving the sight of her arching up and writhing at his touch, he played with her long enough to make her cry out his name before roughly thrusting one finger up into her tight wetness.
Throwing himself to his knees by the edge of the bed, he took his first taste of her sweetness. Hermione cried out as his tongue swept between her legs, working in tandem with his finger. It didn’t take very long. He didn’t have the patience to slow it down and prolong her pleasure. He felt her body start to grip his finger and he added another, making sure to stroke that spot deep inside of her that made her wail.
Her release flooded his mouth, her hips arching off the bed to thrust his nose harder into her folds. He used one arm to hold her down, forcing her to feel each spasm he forced out of her.
He was relentless, not letting her come down, forcing her into a second orgasm before letting up and pulling back.
He reached down and undid the buttons on his pants, finally letting himself free from the confines of his own clothing. He was hard and nearly pulsing with his need to have her.
He leaned down over her, placing himself at her entrance. He cupped her face, “Hermione…” his voice was rough with his desire, “Hermione, I need you to look at me.”
Her eyes slowly opened, locking on his, her chest was heaving, brushing her nipples against his own. He pushed his cock into her entrance just a little bit, making her legs spread just a little more, and her eyes began to close again before she realized that he had stopped.
Her eyes opened once more. “Severus…! If you don’t fuck…” and with that, he thrust himself all the way in her, as far as he could go, her startled eyes still locked on his.
The heat of her was nearly unbearable, and between her body wrapped around his and her wetness cradling him deep within her body, he thought he might die. This time it was both their eyes that closed with the pleasure of it all. He had to grit his teeth when she shifted in a tiny movement, causing her muscles to tighten around him.
Through sheer force of will, he was finally able to get his wits about him once more and began a steady thrusting rhythm that made them both cry out in ecstasy. Both of them realizing that maybe, both of them had just gotten lucky enough to find what they had each been searching for.
Severus felt Hermione’s muscles gripping him even more tightly, signaling her release and he allowed himself the pleasure of losing himself completely inside of her embrace. She cried out, biting his shoulder and that was enough to trigger his own release. He lost his rhythm, his thrusts becoming uncontrollably wild and he felt that burning ache at the bottom of his spine implode harder than it ever had before.
His own head was thrust back at the power of his release and he could do nothing but pound away at the entrance of her cervix with all the pleasure she had given him. He came and came, shooting his cum deep inside her, until she had wrung every ounce he had to give.
His body drooped over hers. His hair, having come undone somewhere in the midst of everything, hung in sheets around both their faces, blocking the rest of the room outside of just the two of them.
When he could open his eyes again, he found hers staring up at him in wonder.
Her body gave his another squeeze from an aftershock and they both shuddered.
Slowly, ever so slowly, he lowered his body fully down on hers, making sure his weight wasn’t crushing her much smaller, more delicate body, and he reveled in how she felt against him.
Cradling her against his chest, he stroked his hands through her riotous curls until her eyes drooped and she curled further into him. When her breath had fully evened out and sleep took her, he finally allowed her warmth and softness to allow his own weary body drift into sleep, never realizing that her hand sought out his sometime in the night, and didn’t let go until morning.
Author’s Note: This is the fourth 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.
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.
Author’s Note: This is the third 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.
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.
Author’s Note: This is the second 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.
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.
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.
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