Chapter 57: Hogsmeade Weekend

Severus Snape's Quarters, Hogwarts Castle, Wizarding World....

Warmth had been the only other sensation besides contentment that Hermione felt as she lied beside a sleeping Severus Snape. It had still been semi-dark in the room. Their various articles of clothing littered the hardwood floor below joined by the heavy forest green comforter that they discarded in the heat of passion. The witch could hardly believe all of the things that transpired between them the last few hours had really happened. Yet there they both were naked in his bed, his crisp black cotton sheet had been pulled up to her bare chest. He still been lying were he crashed landed when their engagement came to an end, with his bare stomach pressed against the mattress. His long limbs askew with him sprawled all over his side of the bed. His raven hair stuck to his pale sallow cheeks and forehead soaked from sweat. Hermione's amber eyes brightened as she watched his torso rise and fall from his breathing. She reached over stroking his cheek as he slept. The small gesture didn't seem to bother him as much as she believed it would but he shifted some as if trying to get closer to her and groaned.

"Hermione." he said still asleep.

The bushy haired witch smiled and kissed him softly. She had been surprised about how adorable he had been when the scowl wasn't permanently plastered across his pale face. What made the scene even more endearing was that she could still see Sebastian Prince through him despite not looking for the young wizard.

Hermione kissed him once more taking in the scent of herbs and fresh earth that always seemed to linger on him. She reluctantly pulled away from him as the urge to use the loo over took her. As soon as she raised up off the bed, despite her attempts at being as quick and as quiet as possible, he reached out and grabbed her arm faster than she could blink.

"Going somewhere witch?" he asked suddenly wide awake.

Hermione had been amazed at his cat-like reflexes.

"I need to use the loo." said Hermione.

Snape released his hold and she smiled. He may have remembered that he had been The Potions Master but his reaction had been the same as it always was. The Gryffindor witch made her way to the loo and returned as quickly as possible.

When she ventured back into the bedroom there had been no trace of Severus

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The Front Room, Snape's Quarters, Slytherin Dungeons...

The witch arched and eyebrow and made her way toward the front room. She had been pleased to make out his pale naked form near the fireplace. It seemed that he had been staring at something on the mantle, although she had not known for how long. She walked over to him wrapping her arms around his waist bringing her equally naked body into close contact with his. Snape lifted a small black box from the mantle and held it up for Hermione to see it by the light of the fire he had reignited.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked in that usual baritone drawl of his.

"No." replied Hermione.

"It is something that belongs to you." replied Snape. "I believe now is as good a time as any to return it."

"Return it?" asked Hermione.

Snape stepped out of her grasp ignoring the coldness that set in with the lack of her body's warmth. He turned to face her holding the black box and lifted the lid. Hermione watched him puzzled as he reached inside and pulled out the gold Gryffindor ring he had given her five years ago. She looked at him in disbelief.

"Severus." she said unable to control the rise of emotions that hit her all at once.

Snape extended his hand and she gave him her own knowing full well what he intended.

"This ring is yours Gryffindor." he said slipping it back into it's rightful place on her finger. "I don't ever want to see it off this pretty little hand of yours again."

Hermione smiled.

"You won't." she said. "I promise."

The amber eyes of the witch had been bright with appreciation. They flickered as she examined the golden lion's mane and it's ruby eyes. She never told anyone that her hand felt completely bare and awkward without it for all these years. Snape smirked as he watched her react as if he had given it to her for the very first time. Then again, it was the first time that he personal slipped the ring on to her finger.

Hermione looked into the black box and suddenly reached inside. Snape raised an eyebrow when she pulled the sliver serpent ring from it. He couldn't help but laugh when she gently took his hand and slipped the serpent ring on to his finger as she had five years ago when she gave it to him for his birthday.

"You know it's usually the wizard that proposes to the witch." he said repeating the same words he had said to her then.

She wondered if he consciously knew that he did or if it had just come out that way.

"You're not funny git." she replied just as she had that day.

"I've been told differently." he quipped.

"Take your ring before I start casting hexes." she said.

They both laughed and Snape grabbed her and pulled her close to him. In seconds Hermione found herself nearly overwhelmed when he devoured her mouth in fevered kisses. All of the familiar heat and longing from the previous night had begun to fill her. Snape wandlessly vanished his armchairs and transfigured his rug into a blanket before he layed Hermione down on it. His body towered above hers much as the previous night and he maneuvered until her legs had been wrapped around his lean pale frame.

Like before Snape immediately went for that familiar spot on her neck. Hermione tightened her legs around him as before. Snape smirked as he looked down at her. She was coming undone like so many times before and it pleased him. The memory of this witch having the audacity to tease him in his classroom came back and he found himself glaring down at her.

Snape took hold of his very pointed erection and positioned himself at her entrance. He whispered the nearly forgotten contraceptive spell and she felt the familiar tingle of it in her belly. Obsidian eyes locking onto amber as he stared down at her.

"I told you witch that when I finally got my hands on you, I was going to make you scream." he said.

Hermione knew she was in trouble here.

"Severus." she said in a sweet manner hoping he would show a hint of mercy.

"Shhh." he said crushing his pale lips into hers before letting them reach her ear. "Just accept the inevitable."

Hermione let out a shriek when Snape impaled his length into her in one hard thrust. Snape continued to thrust in the same manner tearing into the witch who had been writhing below him.

"Cheeky...little..." said Snape continuing to thrust.

Hermione let out a series of moans and gasps unable to form words as her lover continued to exert his dominance.

"I can't hear you Gryffindor.." said Snape still taunting as he rode her.

Hermione had still been unable to respond as the sensations flooded her body clouding her mind.

"If only your little Gryffindor friends could see you now." he taunted still thrusting. "Brightest witch of her age cannot even form a proper sentence."

Hermione could only moan as her slender body jerked below him.

"Did you really think I was going to let you get away with your insolence?" said Snape his voice becoming more gruff as they went on. "I wonder what Minerva would say about her precious Gryffindor princess being ridden into incoherence by superior the Head of Slytherin."

Hermione's eyes narrowed but she still had been unable to form words.

The Potions Master's thrusts became more frequent but still hard as he continued to drive into The Charms Mistress below him. For a time there had been no words from either of them as their bodies moved along the hardwood floor of his front room. The warm orange glow of the fire the only light in the darkened room. It caused their tangled bodies to glow as well in the wake of their act. The chill of the morning had been long forgotten.

Hermione's nails had found the flesh of his pale back once again and she found herself hanging on to him for dear life as he continued to thrust wildly between her slender legs. The muscles of his lean frame flexing in the process. Despite his age, Severus Snape had amazing conditioning and his stamina seemed endless was he continued to work the witch over with all the vigor of a randy sixth year and the apparent self control of a man with ample experience.

"Scream for me Gryffindor." said Snape in a gruff tone.

Hermione did just that feeling the rush of her own release flow through her. It had not done anything to stop Snape as he continued to thrust with the same hard vigor. The bushy haired witch let out another series of moans as their collective breaths became more ragged.

"You are mine witch." said Snape biting at the familiar spot on Hermione's neck causing her to gasp. "All mine."

Hermione couldn't disagree if she wanted to with yet another wave of her release flooding through her as Snape continued to thrust wildly into her. She had never thought him capable of making her feel this good when she first imagined being with The Potions Professor. He had been her first lover as Sebastian Prince but due to his memory loss he lacked the experience. It was as if everything had been new to him as well, she found him adorable in his inexperienced fumbling. It was had been a truly welcomed surprise when he managed to find his way through instinct. He sent her over the edge every time they engaged and they couldn't seem to keep their hands off of each other.

After what seemed like another hour and a half, Snape ceased all talk and only the sounds of their bodies melding and occasional moans and guttural grunts could be heard. The blanket that had been beneath the two of them had been rumpled beyond recognition and it had barely registered to the two professors that their little excursion had caused them to end up halfway on the bare floor.

The bushy haired witch had lost count of all the times Severus Snape had sent her over the edge in the wee hours of the morning but she felt it flood through her once more but this time she felt his body tighten as well as she pulled his release from him for the first time that morning. Snape let out a guttural groan as he thrust harder than before into her feeling the rush rip through them as she let out another scream.

Exhausted and soaked with sweat from all the strenuous activity, Snape found himself collapsing on the witch. Her hot body making his hotter as he struggled to catch his breath. Hermione felt the numbness in her legs subside as she stretched them gingerly feeling the blatant ache Snape had created with his manic thrusts. The dour wizard smiled with his face pressed into her soft belly. She giggled when she felt his slick tongue run across her sweat covered skin.

"Severus." she said nearly breathless.

"Yes witch." he replied finding that he had been just as breathless.

"I love you." she said running a hand through his slick raven hair.

"I love you too." he replied. "Hermione."

Feeling the pulsing subside at last Snape pulled himself off the witch and layed down beside her half on the blanket and half on the hardwood floor. The remnants for their respective releases still covering them.

"You were right." said Hermione breaking the short silence between them.

"What about?" asked Snape feeling a sudden bout of drowsiness over take him.

Hermione turned over on her side so that she could get a good look at him wincing from the ache he left between her legs.

"You not being anything like Sebastian." she said running a finger along his exposed lean and pale torso.

Snape chuckled briefly at this.

"Go to sleep witch." he said. "We've only got a few hours before classes start."

Snape waved his hand lazily casting both a cleansing charm and a healing charm for Hermione before he succumbed to a nearly comatose sleep. Hermione followed suite after conjuring a sheet to cover them as the rush of relief from his healing charm flowed through her easing the ache like before. The Potions Master and The Charms Mistress slept for hours with the fire's warm glow flickering over their bodies making the emerald eyes of Snape's serpent ring appear to glow right along with the ruby eyes of Hermione's lion ring.

The fierce lion and the cunning serpent had been finally back were they belonged tangled between the sheet and comforter on Snape's front room floor.

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The Teacher's Lounge, Hogwarts...

One could not simply tell be the looks of Severus Snape clad in his trademark attire sulking about in a billow in a billow of ebony angry robes that he had spent the morning gripped rather tightly between the legs of Hermione Granger. The Potions Professor entered the lounge and made his way over to the coffee pot. No sooner had he poured himself a cup did Remus Lupin walked in after him. The smug werewolf had the nerve to have a wide grin on his face as he looked at him.

"Good Morning, Severus." said The Defense Against The Dark Arts Professor.

"Lupin." replied Snape taking a sip of his coffee as the other man ventured over to the coffee pot.

The Potions Professor made his way to his usual corner of the room. He had been in a foul mood ever since he had been unable to convince Hermione to share a shower with him that morning. She told him that preferred to get ready for the morning in her own quarters and that she knew exactly what showering with him would en-tell.

"How is Hermione this morning?" asked Lupin teasing.

"How the hell should I know?" asked Snape annoyed.

"Well, the last time I saw her she was busy trying to find you." replied Lupin.

Snape glared at the him.

"What makes you think she did?" he asked.

"Oh come on Severus, I know she spent the night with you." said Lupin with a smile. "There are perks to being a werewolf that go far beyond transformations."

"Must be grand to be such a revered creature then." replied Snape icily.

Lupin laughed.

"I'm happy for you." he said. "You two care a great deal for each other and it was about time you did something about it."

Snape rolled his eyes and finished off his coffee.

"Yes and I suppose it had nothing to do with your constant need to meddle." he said in a bored tone.

Lupin drank his coffee.

"You think I don't know that it was you that so happened to venture into Dumbledore's office and casually mention how Hermione would be a "wondrous edition" to the Hogwarts staff." said Snape glaring at Lupin.

"I have no idea what you are talking about." said Lupin simply.

"Do you take me for a fool Remus?" asked Snape. "One doesn't have to be a mangy beast to pick up on things."

Lupin laughed.

"Paranoid Slytherin." he said.

"Meddlesome Gryffindor." countered Snape.

The two men found themselves being the audience of an amber eyed, bushy haired witch as she made her way toward the coffee pot. Lupin smiled warmly at her and his dark eyes flicked back to Severus.

"Good morning, Hermione." he said pleasantly.

"Good morning, Remus." replied Hermione oblivious to the murderous glare Snape was giving Lupin.

The witch continued to pour her coffee. Snape said nothing as he stared into his empty cup. They had not discussed what they would do about everyone else knowing that they had chosen to renew their relationship. He had not been contemplating long as Hermione walked over to him and grabbed his frock coat in her grasp pulling him level with into a heated kiss. Snape had been caught off guard at first but soon found himself taking over. Lupin simply smirked continuing to drink his coffee.

Apparently, he didn't need to tell them that his wolf's nose could pick up the faint traces of jasmine on Snape's robes from Hermione and the earthy herb scent from Severus on her as well. He guessed the young witch figured it out despite Severus' attempts at denial. When The Potions Master and Charms Mistress finally did pull apart to give each other air it had been amusing to see that Hermione's light red lipstick had been smeared against his pale lips.

Snape quickly wiped it off noting the snicker from Lupin.

"Good morning, Severus." said Hermione smiling at him sweetly.

"Good morning, Hermione." said Snape choosing to address her by her first name given the situation.

The door to the lounge opened once more and Pomona Sprout walked in followed by Neville Longbottom. The two of them had been in a debate about the proper way to subdue a mandrake and what would happen if you added both Mandrake root and Canis Root into a potion.

"I'm telling you the concoction would be poisonous." said the hefty older witch.

"And I'm telling you that that would not necessarily be the case." countered Neville. "Professor Snape once demonstrated that Canis Root does not always have poisonous attributes."

Pomona arched an eyebrow and hobbled her way over toward Snape.

"Severus what do you think about our little debate?" she asked.

Snape sighed wishing he had more coffee in his cup. Hermione smiled taking in the obvious sign of his being annoyed and want of more coffee.

"More coffee Professor Snape?" she asked lifting the coffee pot.

"Yes." replied Snape. "Thank you, Professor Granger."

Once his cup had been refilled and he had taken the first sip he turned his attention back to Professor Sprout and Neville Longbottom.

"As Mr. Longbottom clear put it, I have indeed proven that Canis Root does not necessarily have poisonous attributes." said Snape in Potions Master mode. "It is also well know that Mandrake root can cause a number of unwelcome symptoms in whatever individual happened to be so unfortunate that they consume any aspect of it."

Hermione looked at Snape amazed at how easily he could go from being the dour wizard that rode her body into multiple orgasms and then be the knowledgeable professor a few hours later. She couldn't help but smile when he spoke of potion making. It was reminiscent of Sebastian when he enlightened the Weasley twins on the differences between their product and a proper love potion.

"However, I would have to say that I never met anyone fool enough to add the two potent ingredients into the same potion." he said in a seemingly bored tone. "Let alone anyone one that would be so daft as to drink it...and if you two dunderheads had paid any sort of attention in either herbology or potions you would have known that as well."

Neville burst out laughing. Hermione and Lupin followed suit.

Pomona started laughing too considering how ridiculous the idea sounded. The only one that had not been laughing was Snape who rolled his eyes as Minerva McGonagall came through the door. She had the look of a witch on a mission as she ventured toward the coffee pot. The other Professors had still been coming down from the fit of giggles that seemed to break out this morning.

Minerva took the first sip of her coffee and sighed.

"Good morning, all." she said composing herself.

"Good morning, Minerva." they all replied in unison.

"Severus, Hermione I do not know if you've been given the news yet but you both have been assigned to Hogsmead duty this afternoon." said Minerva.

Snape's eyes widened in outrage.

"You cannot be serious." he grumbled.

"I'm afraid I am." replied Minerva. "We've all served at least twice this year, you two are the only ones that have never escorted the students."

"I'm fine with it." said Hermione remembering her trips to Hogsmead with Harry and Ron from her school days.

"See Severus..." said Minerva. "Hermione's gracious about having to endure your company for a few hours the least you could do is be gracious about it as well."

"When have you ever known me to be gracious about having to spend my weekend with dunderheads and bloody Gryffindors?" asked Snape.

"Get over it Severus." said Minerva. "It wouldn't kill you to spend a few hours with Miss Granger."

"No, but it might kill her." muttered Snape.

Hermione tried hard not to laugh out loud as Snape's thoughts poured into her mind.

{You are going to pay for your insolence this morning witch.} he said.

{"Am I really?"} she asked.

{I'd say you are extremely fortunate that Minerva is forcing us to go on this trip.} said Snape. {Not that I'll have any problem with it once I get you alone.}

{"What will we do once we get there and the students go off to have fun on their own?} asked Hermione in a mocking manner.

{I just might have a few ideas.} replied Snape. {Such a pity we can't entertain ourselves over the weekend back in my quarters...I do so love the way your voice vibrates off the walls of the dungeons.}

{Slytherin git.} said Hermione trying hard not to blush as she recalled how their morning began.

{Insufferable know-it-all} he replied.

"I don't believe there is any more new to share with you all." said Minerva who had been unaware that Snape and Hermione had been ignoring her with a conversation of their own.

"Severus, Hermione you will be taking the third year Gryffindors." said Minerva.

Snape rolled his eyes.

"Of course we are." he said annoyed.

Hermione couldn't help but giggle at his blatant house prejudice. She could just imagine how he would be the only Slytherin surrounded by inquisitive third year Gryffindors who all thought of him as the eerie dungeon bat from their nightmares. No doubt he would do his best to make their fears a reality.

"Good day to you all." said Minerva taking her leave of them.

"I don't see how that would be possible." Snape called after her.

Hermione shook her head when he left right after her muttering to himself about "Bloody Gryffindors" as his robes billowed angrily behind him.

What am I going to do with him?

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The Corridor, Hogwarts...

Hermione couldn't have completely gauged the mood Snape would be in at Hogsmeade so she decided to keep her distance. It had been a short lived decision however, as she found herself pulled into a darkened niche just before she had gone to her quarters to get ready for the trip. The familiar scent of herbs and fresh earth surrounded her and she was once again pressed up against a cold stone wall. She barely caught her breath when he began to kiss her as if to devour her mouth as he pressed his lean from into hers.

It appeared that even now Severus couldn't seem to keep his hands off her. An understandable reaction if one considered that he had been denied that pleasure for the last five years. Hermione found that she had been just as eager to get her hands on him as she pulled him closer to her desperately needing the contact.

"Severus." she said breathlessly when he pulled away.

"Hermione." he replied in much the same manner.

"I wanted to give you a proper greeting without the irritating werewolf's staring." said Snape.

"Remind me to thank Remus." said Hermione.

"What for?" asked Snape with an arched eyebrow.

"For this..." replied Hermione pulling him into another heated kiss.

After several more minutes of depriving each other of oxygen Snape and Hermione parted going to their separate quarters to prepare for the trip to Hogsmead.

A trip that Snape was not looking forward to in the least.

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Hogsmead, Wizarding World...

The third year students of Gryffindor house had been on their best behavior. It seemed to be more due to a certain dour Potions Professor with a tendency to deduct points for breathing too loudly in the foul mood he had been in. He and Hermione had been shepherding the little dunderheads who seemed to oooh and ahhhh over every little thing about Hogsmead Village. Snape couldn't help but roll his eyes as the students marveled over dirty of all things. There was no difference in the dirt at Hogsmead and the dirt that covered Hogwarts grounds. It had been all too easy to tell that some of the older students had gotten to the gullible lot and told them various made up tales about the place.

For her part, Hermione remained sweet and attentive. Almost like a caring mother to the young generation of guileless Gryffindors. Snape had been more than pleased when the trip had been cut short due to a few of the third years venturing into the Weasley Hogsmead branch joke shop and consuming a great deal of candy. They had been so eager to indulge themselves that they had not listened to the warnings of the candy being laced with various potions for gags and giggles.

Snape had been less than thrilled when he had to spend the reminder of his weekend brewing anti-nausea potions instead of being buried into the incredibly tight warmth of a certain bushy haired Charms Professor. Five years of denial had only made him more than randy when it came to his witch. He had a lot of lost time to make up for and he was going to enjoy every minute of it. He had his witch back and he had no intention of letting her get away.