The Darkness Within: Voldemort/Hadria Potter

After a Long Day

In the hushed stillness of Severus Snape's bedroom in his home on Spinner's End, the night's embrace lingered, shadows clinging to the corners where the dim light failed to reach. Hermione, having received an owl from Severus detailing the days events, had finally surrendered to a restless slumber, her mind teeming with thoughts of Hadria's wellbeing and the relief that Voldemort's curse had been lifted. Severus had let her know that he would be late getting back to the house dealing with private meetings with the Professors, some of the students and even some parents that had shown up after everything settled. With the exception of Bellatrix, no one had been injured thankfully and the muggleborns had been allowed to return to their rooms and would be resuming school just as before.

Hermione had curled up under the heavy quilt, the fabric seemed to absorb the warmth of her body, providing a comforting cocoon. Her breathing was even, the rise and fall of her chest a gentle rhythm in the silence.

The unexpected sensation of the blankets being drawn away jolted Hermione from her dreams. A firm, yet tender grasp encircled her hips, and her heart leapt in her chest. She gasped, a mixture of surprise and anticipation, and rolled over to face the intruder. Severus loomed above her, his presence commanding even in the subdued light that filtered through the curtains.

His eyes, dark and intense, bore into hers with a fervor that was palpable. He had already disrobed and the desire etched across his features was unmistakable, it stirred something primal within her. His mouth descended upon hers with an urgency that left no room for hesitation. The taste of fire whiskey lingered on his lips, a smoky undercurrent that mingled with the faint scent of cigar—a vestige of his evening's indulgences, or perhaps his escape.

As Hermione moaned into the kiss, Severus's hands roamed with a possessive need, slipping beneath her shirt to claim her flesh. He pulled it off quickly. His touch was insistent, his breath heavy with longing. He was ravenous, like a man starved of intimacy he now sought to reclaim with a single-minded determination.

In a swift motion, he divested her of her bottoms, exposing her to the cool air of the room. The contrast sent a shiver through her, heightening her senses as he positioned himself between her thighs.

"I need you," he whispered against the column of her neck, each word a heated brand upon her skin. Hermione found herself bereft of speech, her body already thrumming with desire for him, her mind clouded with the intensity of the moment.

With practiced ease, Severus slid a finger inside her, followed by another, coaxing a series of arching movements from Hermione as he explored her depths. The slick sound of her arousal filled the room, a testament to her readiness. His thumb brushed against her clit, igniting a fire that threatened to consume her whole.

"Mmm, so wet for me, sweetheart...such a good girl," he purred, his voice a velvet caress that resonated within her. Hermione could only respond with a whimper, lost in the sensation of his fingers dancing within her, stoking the flames of her desire.

At last, he withdrew his hand, only to replace the void with something far more substantial. Guiding his thick cock with a firm hand, he pressed into her, each inch a slow burn that melded them together.

"Oh god," she whimpered softly as he filled her completely, the sensation a delicious torment. Severus's eyes fluttered closed as he adjusted their position, lifting her ankles onto his shoulders and wrapping his arms around her thighs to draw her closer. The new angle allowed him to delve deeper, each thrust a searing pleasure that left her gasping for air.

"Fuck," she breathed. Hermione marveled at the depth of their connection, the way he seemed to reach places within her she hadn't known existed. The mix of pain and pleasure was exquisite, a symphony of sensation that became more intense with each of his movements.