Headmaster's Secret

Talking Part Two

Hehehe I'm finally back. 

Now, back to our program

Sexual Themes Ahead

Or the whole chapter. I'm not totally sure yet. 

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They kept eye contact for several moments, hesitating to take it any further. Severus ran his hand up her back and across her cheek sweetly. She leaned her head into it and closed her eyes. Her hand finally loosened on his hair and cupped his face. He gripped the back of her head with his other hand and pulled her back to him. 

Their lips met once more with fireworks. This time it was different. Bolder. Hermione's hands went to his frock coat to undo it at his neck. He tilted his head upwards to give her hands better access as his own hands trailed down to the end of her sweater vest. They broke the kiss long enough for Severus to pull the sweater vest over her head and toss it behind him. She focused on unbuttoning his shirt while he simply ripped hers. She gasped loudly as buttons clattered to the floor. 

He smirked slyly. He'd reparo the shirt later. All sense of logical thinking had gone out the window. The shirt lay open on her shoulders, exposing just enough of her bra and stomach to cause Severus' breath to hitch in his chest. He slowly peeled her shirt off her shoulders and let it dropped behind her on the coffee table. Severus' eyes widened as he saw her clearly for the first time. His fingertips brushed against her abdomen and her stomach clenched involuntarily. She giggled softly and covered his hand that froze when she giggled. 

Her giggle was pure bliss to him. "Hermione, you are beautiful," he said in a gravely voice. She smiled at him and reached behind her to undo her bra. Severus' eyes widened as it fell and her breasts were exposed to him. She was perfect. 

They locked lips again and Severus gripped her back with his nails as she bit his neck. She hissed and bit harder at his neck when she couldn't get his shirt off. He chuckled deep in his chest as he removed his nails from her back and swiftly unbuttoned and removed his own shirt. Her eyes were immediately glued to the scars on his neck. Nagini's scars.

While he didn't remember exactly how he was saved, he knew that nothing was going to get rid of the scars. He simply work his frock coat higher on his neck to hide them. She followed each scar carefully with a finger, sending chills down Severus' spine. He groaned lowly and closed his eyes as he felt her lips on each scar, gently kissing them. It wasn't completely a sexual notion, but still had a hint of spice. 

His pants were getting very tight. Severus started fighting inwardly with himself. Does he take her to his bed or end it? Practicality said to end it, but Severus couldn't understand that. The repercussions of what his body wanted didn't seem to make sense to him. He gripped her under her butt and stood up. She threw her arms around his neck and shrieked in shock. He strolled over to his bed and stood there. 

Before he did this, he needed her permission. He didn't vocally ask, but his eyes were begging. In response, she kissed him. He moaned as he laid her on the bed and crawled on top of her. Their lips not budging from each other. As their tongues fought for dominance, Severus undid the button to Hermione's skirt. Her hips lifted as he started pulling them down along with her panties. 

He started twitching in his trousers and groaned. He finally broke the kiss and sat up on his knees. They were both trying to catch their breath. He got off the bed and quickly undid his trousers and pulled them down. Somewhere along the way, they both had kicked off their shoes and socks, leaving themselves completely nude. 

Severus climbed back on top of Hermione and ran his hands over her body. Every part of her skin he touched felt like lava to him. He gently ran a thumb over her nipple and it enticed a moan from her. He twitched with excitement again and stifled a groan as it touched her thigh. He cupped one breast while he suckled the other. Her hands ran through his hair as she shifted under him. He pinched her nipple and rolled it between his index finger and thumb. 

He was enjoying watching her squirm under him. He gave some love to the other breast while he pinched the other nipple. After he was satisfied that she squirmed enough so far, he trail slow, sensual kisses down to her abdomen. He took one hand and sensually raked his nail against her lips. She opened her legs wider, breathing heavier. As his finger entered her, he saw her eyes roll back into her head. His grin widened and he started to move his fingers around. One had started on her clit, the others were everywhere. 

"Are you ready?" he asked roughly. 

She nodded, obviously not trusting her voice. He positioned himself at her entrance. She had closed her eyes again. "Look at me," he mumbled. She opened her eyes to look at him. Black eyes met brown and held their stare as he entered. He saw the pain in her eyes and knew what he had just done. He was frozen for several moments. Once she swallowed the rest of her pain she nodded and he started moving. 

After several moments, he buried his head into her chest, moaning as he continued to pump in and out of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and held him as close to her as she could. He could fell her stiffening up. She was close. He sped up, adjusting his hips until he was hitting just the right spot that he knew would make her go crazy. She had her hands on his back, and once he hit there, she screamed out. 

He wondered momentarily if anyone could hear them in the office, but it was quickly wiped from his memory when he felt the familiar urge bubbling in his stomach. He went fast until he couldn't take it anymore. He looked into her eyes as they reached their climax together. Her nails raked his back, likely leaving scratches. He hissed slightly as they rode the last of the storm and he fell to the side of her, panting. 

Their legs intertwined as Hermione turned to face him, draping an arm across his stomach. He chuckled to himself. "That was a nice talk, Miss Granger," he teased. She scoffed and laid her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. 

"I think we have an agreement, Professor," Hermione giggled, tracing her hand down his chest hair. 

He was happy to lay there and bask in the afterglow. However, fate didn't agree. He heard a loud knock at his bedroom door and they both jumped. "Severus!" 

It was Minerva. Of course, she was coming by to give an update on the June twins detentions. They had switched the exams of all the first years with fake exams in charms. Flitwick, Minerva, and himself had decided on two weeks worth of detentions. This was the first week and while they were used to detention, they were rebellious. 

Quickly, Severus and Hermione gathered their clothes. She saw the bathroom door open and ran in there, clothes bundled in her arms. Severus dressed as quickly as he could, forgoing underwear by tossing it on the corner of his bed. He was half done with the buttons of his two shirts when she knocked again. Louder. 

It sounded as if she was using a tree trunk as a door knocker. He raked his hands through his hair as a feeble brush. He buttoned the rest of his shirt and went to the door. He put on a sneer and opened the door. Minerva's fist was poised, ready to pound the door again, her lips pursed in a thin line of anger. 

"Severus!"

He raised an eyebrow. "Yes?"

She clicked her tongue in disbelief and walked away from his door. He glanced at the bathroom door that had opened a crack. Her eye was visible. He waved a hand behind him and she shut the door again, silently. There was just the problem of her wand. It was still on the desk. 

He went to gather his frock coat and draped it over his arm. He shut the door behind him as Minerva walked around the office. She was annoyed, but not angry. He tossed the coat over his chair and quickly took the opportunity to grab her wand and slip it in his sleeve while she was looking at a picture of Lily as a child. Potter had found the picture in a box of Sirus' things and mailed it to him. 

He thanked the boy deeply. He had no idea how much that picture had helped him in the past. He glanced at Albus' portrait. The old man had a grin on his face that couldn't be mistaken for anything other than pride and smugness. 

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