A/N: Hello everyone! I'm back and decided that since so many of you asked so nicely, I would write a second part to this little tale. I had so much fun writing it and I hope you all enjoy reading it as I did writing it!
I still own nothing…everything belongs to the wonderful J.K.R
It was hot.
While Hermione was sure that she could find another, better suited word to describe the sultry heat that engulfed her body, she was just too bloody lazy to care. She could feel the slow trek of perspiration sliding down her body as the sun relentlessly beat down on her skin.
It would not be long before she would have to retreat to the cool shade of her beach cottage. Already she could feel her skin burning and she reasoned that she would need more Muggle sun-tan lotion before the hour was out. She opened her eyes slowly and rolled her body up into a sitting position. She draped her arms over her raised knees and replaced her large sunglasses over her deep brown eyes.
Her entire body hurt. From the roots of her curly brown hair to the tips of her red tipped toenails, everything ached and yet it wasn't an unpleasant ache. It served as a reminder of her rather amorous weekend with the former Potions Master of Hogwarts.
A smile tugged at her lips as she recalled how her entire life would be forever changed because of one very stubborn man. She knew he would be trouble as soon as he stepped foot in the nightclub where she used to dance.
Used to being the key words.
Severus had made it quite clear that she would no longer be dancing for money. That little bit of information had stung for it seemed as if he was trying to control her life just like Harry had been trying to do. A man trying to control her was the reason she had left the Wizarding World in the first place.
Hermione made to push those thoughts out of her mind. She was happy now and that was what really mattered.
After her last song on that fateful night, Hermione had returned to her dressing room to find Severus rifling through her lingerie drawer.
"Severus, what do you think you are doing?" At the sound of her husky voice, Severus whipped around to see her standing in the doorway looking like a wanton goddess. Her chocolate curls were draped carelessly over one creamy shoulder, her red lips were tilted up into a saucy smirk that had Severus's mouth going dry, and her outfit should have been illegal for there was barely anything to it.
"You were wearing that for your last number?" His voice was low and barely contained as his eyes raked over her scantily clad form. His black eyes took in her ivory corset that was trimmed with dove gray lace and the ruffled white boy shorts that barely hid her womanhood from his eyes. A growl sounded in his chest when he noticed the sheer white stockings that covered her endless legs, right down to her spiky, silver kitten heels.
Hermione looked down at her outfit and shrugged. "I always wear something like this for my show. It's why they all come to see me." She knew that she was goading him; she wanted to see him get possessive and she could feel her arousal spike when she saw the heat flash in Severus's dark eyes.
"Why they all come to see you is it? Well, that was before I came along." It only took Severus a moment to cross the length of Hermione's dressing room to where she was standing in the doorway. A look of surprise crossed her face right before she was hauled inside and pressed against the now closed door. Severus anchored her against the wooden door with the length of his lean body.
Hermione gasped at the feel of Severus pressed against her once more in such an intimate way. Her adrenaline was running high from her performance and she was itching for release. She tried to bring her hands up to her lover's face, but before she even moved an inch Severus had her wrists in a tight grip.
"Oh no you don't, Hermione." Severus murmured softly in her ear. A shiver ran down the length of Hermione's spine causing gooseflesh to break out across her body. Slowly Severus raised her arms above her head and with a few whispered words; she was bound by his magic. Long, dexterous fingers trailed down her raised arms to her bare shoulders then feathered their way across her chest.
By this time, Hermione was breathing hard and aching for more friction against her feverish skin.
"Severus, please…"Her voice was barely above a whisper as she begged for what she knew she needed and could only get from the man pressed against her. She moaned when she felt his lips lightly on her neck; their softness trailing a path of wet kisses down to her shoulders.
"Please what, Hermione? What do you need from me?" Severus let his hands roam down Hermione's lace clad torso to her hips where he held her motionless in a bone crushing grip. His lips latched onto her pulse point, making her gasp in unadulterated pleasure.
"Oh…Severus, you know what I need! Please!" Her eyes were shut tight as she tried to calm her body down so she could reason with Severus. She knew he wanted her; she could feel his hard length pressing into her belly and she wanted all that he could give her. "Touch me, please!"
Severus chuckled darkly into her ear. "I am touching you." His hands moved around to her back and slowly began to loosen the ties of her corset. The front began to droop and soon the lacy piece of fabric was on the floo,r leaving Severus free to descend on the rosy peaks of Hermione's breasts. His tongue was relentless as it swirled around her over sensitized nipples. It was almost too much for Hermione to bear.
"You see, Hermione, I am the only one who can do this to you; who can make you feel this good." Severus emphasized his statement by dragging his tongue from the valley between her breasts up to her neck where he latched onto her ear lobe, biting it lightly. "No one else can make you feel like this. You are mine!" And with that he finally kissed her. It was not a light, teasing kiss but one that consumed her whole body with desire.
Hermione's mind went blank and she couldn't concentrate on anything other than getting the release that she craved. Using her arm strength, she pulled up on her magical bonds so that she was able to wrap her legs around his waist. She heard him grunt in surprise but she didn't release his lips long enough for him to voice his thoughts.
She sucked his tongue into her mouth and caressed the slippery invader for all she was worth. Only when the need for air became critical did they break out of the kiss.
"You are wearing too many clothes, Severus." Her voice was husky and deep with desire and lust. "I need you, now." Sensuously she ground her dripping knickers against his erection in the hopes of gaining what she needed.
"I know what you need, witch!" His hands were not gentle as they worked their way behind Hermione to roughly grip her arse. Another whispered spell gave Severus the extra power he needed to completely rip the ruffled excuse for knickers off of Hermione's writhing body. "Never forget that you are mine now." The dark possessiveness in his voice was enough to have Hermione keening in pleasure because she knew that it would only be a matter of time before he did nothing but possess her.
She could feel his trousers slip from his frame and she heard the clink of his belt buckle when it hit the floor. Her eyes rolled back in her head when Severus nudged the head of his swollen cock against her engorged clit. If only he would put a little more pressure right there…
"Say you are mine, Hermione. I need to hear you say it." Hermione wriggled her hips in an attempt to impale herself onto his length but his steady hands held her firmly in place. She growled in frustration when Severus continued to torment her with soft nudges and gentle licks to her neck.
Her nerves were on fire for this man and she knew that in that moment she wouldn't deny him anything. Her need was too great to say no to anything that he wanted. She had no idea how much her life would change when she uttered those two little words…
"Say it!" He hissed as he let his cock slide right into her dripping core.
The feeling of being filled by him was too much and Hermione cried out at all the sensations that were engulfing her. He swiveled his hips just a bit and hit that special spot right inside of her.
"Oh, Severus! I'm yours; always yours!"
"Yes, you are." And with that he began to thrust into her with vigor. He was keen on her pleasure as much as his own. Her incoherent moans were enough encouragement for him to continue his rough exploration of her body. Both were breathing heavily and Hermione's arms were beginning to ache from being held above her head for so long, but she wouldn't have it any other way.
She could feel the pressure building in the pit of her stomach and knew that she was fast approaching her climax. Her eyes flew wide and locked onto Severus's stormy eyes as the dam threatened to break free. A moment later, Severus groaned and bit down on her shoulder to keep from crying out as his own orgasm washed over him.
The pain/pleasure of Severus pounding into her and the bite to her neck was enough to send Hermione careening off the edge of the cliff. Her tight sheathe pulsed and rippled around him, drawing out another incoherent groan from the former Potions Master.
Neither moved for a few minutes as they both came down from their earth-shattering orgasms. Hermione was the first to break the silence with a slight moan of discomfort.
"Severus, would you please release my hands. I can't feel my fingers." Severus lifted his head from her shoulder and smiled darkly at her.
"But you look so fetching all tied up, my dear." At her raised eyebrow, he continued. "Besides, with you all tied up, I can make sure that no other man will ever have this kind of access to you." Nevertheless, he waved his hand and the magic bonds were released. Her arms fell around his neck and Hermione grimaced at the prickling feeling that raced down her arms as the blood returned.
"Oh, really? Why would I want another man to have this kind of 'access' to me, as you so eloquently put it?" She kept her legs locked around his waist as he walked with her across the room to where a rather small chaise lounge sat. He settled back into the chair with Hermione draped across his lap. It took him a few moments to get himself situated in a comfortable position while still holding onto his witch.
"I am a very possessive man, Hermione, as I am sure that you already know." She nodded her head in understanding, not wanting to interrupt his little speech. "I do not share well, and while I enjoyed your show very much I do not want you on that stage ever again." She was about to protest when he covered her mouth with his hand. Her eyes narrowed, but the pleading look on his face kept her silent.
"Please, just listen." He waited for her to nod her head again and then continued once more. "I did not intend for this to happen when I came here tonight; however, I do not regret a single moment of it. I feel something very strong for you, Hermione and while I don't know exactly what that something is yet, I very much want to explore what it could be." Her eyes went wide with surprise at his words.
Severus Snape wanted to have a relationship with her! She couldn't believe it.
"However, I will not stand for you continuing to sing and dance here. I do not enjoy the idea of other men drooling all over MY witch; thinking that they might have a chance to get between your lovely thighs." His matter-of-fact voice was slowly turning Hermione's insides to mush and she squirmed a bit on his lap.
"May I speak now?" At his amused nod, she pressed on. "I told you why I do what I do. Why would you want to take that away from me?" She was slightly taken aback when he threw his head back and laughed. It warmed her for a moment to hear such a foreign sound come from his lips.
"You said that you did it to feel alive, yes?" She nodded. "From what we just experienced against the door, I think it is safe to say that I make you feel just as alive, if not more so." He was so arrogant and sure of his effect on her.
Bloody hell, the man was right. He could make her feel alive with a simple look, and Hermione had to admit that the Muggle night-club scene was getting slightly old. It just wasn't a challenge on her brilliant mind and she craved intelligent conversation as well as intimacy with another. Here was a man who could give her both.
"Severus Snape, I never knew you were a modest kind of man." He looked puzzled for a moment then realized that she was teasing him. His lips tilted up into a smirk that had Hermione's stomach fluttering. "What do you propose I do with all my free time then? We can't possibly shag every moment of every day, now can we?"
"You seriously misjudge me, my dear. However, I'm sure we could come up with other ways to occupy our time. I had been entertaining the idea of opening up my own apothecary and I would need someone competent in Potions to assist me. You wouldn't happen to know anyone who could help me with that would you?" He smirked again when he saw the excitement brighten her eyes.
"But what about your teaching job? You can't just leave Hogwarts." She said in her best know-it-all voice. This earned her another smirk.
"My deal with Potter will ensure that I never have to teach another class at that school ever again."
"Your deal with Harry? What exactly was this deal?" Hermione could feel the shadow of doubt creep in on her happy moment and she was loathe to let it in. She hoped that Severus didn't make any kind of deal that would force her back into Harry's care.
"I was simply told to bring you back to the Wizarding World where Potter would be able to have contact with you if YOU so choose. He did not say that you had to join any kind of slave labor at the Ministry or Hogwarts." At her raised eyebrow, he chuckled. "I know you, Hermione. And before you even ask, I would never have made a deal like that with Potter. A brilliant mind like yours should never be held back."
Severus was a little surprised when Hermione leaned forward and kissed him. This kiss was soft and tender and full of unspoken words. It wasn't long after that moment when the two lovers made love once more; this time slow and sweet.
A week later found Severus and Hermione vacationing in her beach house for a bit before they decided to resurface as a couple and partners of the newest apothecary in Diagon Alley. Harry had been told that while Hermione would not be teaching at the school or working at the Ministry, she would be back in the Wizarding World for good and that he was not to worry his pretty little head about his best friend.
"What are you thinking about so intently, my love?" Hermione smiled when Severus settled behind her on the scorching beach blanket. His cool arms wrapped around her fevered skin and she settled comfortably back against him.
"Oh, just about how glad I am that Harry sent you after me." Severus placed a finger under her chin and turned her face towards him. He placed a light kiss on her lips that her instantly wanting more.
"Believe me, I know exactly what you mean." Hermione leaned in once more to leave a sweet kiss on his lips.
"Of course I do."
She smiled and tilted her head to the side to get a better look at him.
And he did.
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