Veils Removed

Some Private time

The weeks passed in a blur of stolen moments and whispered secrets. As the days grew shorter and the shadows grew longer, Severus and Hermione found themselves retreating to the sanctuary of his chambers more frequently. The tension in the air was palpable, the anticipation of the upcoming battle a constant presence in their lives. Yet amidst the chaos, their love grew stronger, each touch, each kiss a declaration of their unwavering bond.

The scene shifted to Severus's bedroom, a space that had become their personal sanctuary. The walls were lined with ancient tomes, the air thick with the scent of leather and parchment, a stark contrast to the warm, human scents of their union. The bed, once a symbol of his solitary existence, was now a bastion of passion and tenderness. Severus's strong arms held Hermione close as he slowly, passionately, thrust into her, his eyes never leaving hers.

Her legs wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into his back, urging him deeper. Hermione's kisses rained down upon Severus's face, her soft, gentle touch a stark contrast to the fierce love in her eyes. Her fingers traced the sharp line of his jaw, the curve of his ear, the bridge of his nose—anywhere she could reach. His breaths were ragged, his eyes dark with desire as he watched her, his movements deliberate and measured, savoring every sensation.

Suddenly, she pulled away, her gaze locking onto his. "I want to be on top," she whispered, her voice a siren's call that sent a shiver down his spine. Severus complied without question, his arms moving swiftly to position her over him. She straddled him, her thighs gripping his hips as she lowered herself onto him, her eyes never leaving his. The sensation of her warmth surrounding him was almost too much to bear, and he had to clench his fists in the bedclothes to keep from losing control.

Hermione began to move, her hips rocking back and forth in a rhythm that was as ancient as it was intimate. Severus watched, his eyes never leaving hers as she took charge of their lovemaking. She leaned forward, her hands braced on his chest, her breasts swaying with each movement. The sight was almost too much to handle—his Hermione, so beautiful, so powerful, claiming him in this most primal of ways. He could feel the heat building within her, her muscles tightening around him as she approached climax.

With a sudden burst of strength, he planted his feet firmly on the mattress and began to thrust up into her, his hands sliding up her back to cradle her neck. Her eyes widened at the new sensation, her breaths coming in short gasps. She moaned against his mouth, the sound driving him wild. His hips moved with a force that seemed to shake the very foundation of her core, the intensity of their passion echoing through the walls.

Their kisses grew more desperate as their bodies moved in perfect harmony, the tension between them building like a storm about to break. Hermione's nails dug into his shoulders, her hips grinding against him as she chased her peak. Severus could feel it building, the warmth of her desire, the tightness of her around him, the way her breath hitched in her throat. He knew she was close, and the knowledge spurred him on, his own climax just a heartbeat away.

Her movements grew erratic, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. With a strangled cry, she threw her head back, her body arching as she shuddered around him. The sight of her lost in the throes of pleasure was more than he could bear, and with a roar, Severus gripped her hips tightly, his own release crashing over him like a wave. He thrust into her, his hips moving with a ferocity that matched the thundering of his heart.

As the storm of pleasure subsided, he felt his seed spill into her, filling her completely. It was a claiming, a mark of their love, a silent promise that no matter what the future held, they were bound together. Hermione's eyes fluttered shut, her body going limp with satisfaction, as she collapsed against his chest, her breathing ragged.

Severus wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as the aftershocks of their shared climax reverberated through them both. He felt the stickiness of their sweat-soaked skin, the warmth of her cheek against his chest, the thunder of their hearts slowing to a steady rhythm. It was in that moment, amidst the quiet of their passion, that Hermione spoke again, her voice a gentle whisper against the night.

"Is it too early to think of names?" she asked, her eyes still closed, a small smile playing on her lips.

Severus chuckled, his chest rumbling beneath her cheek. "No," he said softly, his thumb tracing small circles on her back. "But we should wait until we are sure."

Hermione nodded, her eyes still closed. The future was uncertain, their lives a tapestry of shifting shadows. Yet in this moment, with Severus's strong heartbeat beneath her ear, she felt a flicker of peace. They would conquer the challenges ahead, together.

"Severus," she murmured after a few moments of contented silence. "Do you...do you have any idea what the gender of our baby might be?"

Severus swallowed hard, his arms tightening around her slightly. "I do not know, Hermione," he replied, his voice thick with emotion. "But I will love the child, no matter what."

He paused, stroking her hair with a gentle hand. "Though," he continued, a hint of a smile playing on his lips, "I must admit, the thought of a little girl... It is a hope that has grown in me."

Hermione's eyes fluttered open, meeting his gaze with a soft curiosity. "Why a girl?"

Severus took a deep breath, his eyes shining with a warmth that she had never seen before. "Because, Hermione," he said, his voice a tender caress against her skin, "I have always had a soft spot for strong, intelligent, and fierce women. And what could be more powerful than raising a daughter to be a queen?"

Her heart swelled at his words, and she leaned in to kiss him again, feeling the warmth of his love envelop her. "And what if it's a boy?" she asked, her voice filled with a playful curiosity.

Severus's smile grew. "Then I will teach him the ways of the world, to be strong but gentle, to value knowledge and wisdom above all else," he said, his eyes alight with a gentle fierceness that took her breath away. "And I will show him how to protect those he loves, as I have learned to protect you."

Hermione's eyes searched his, a silent question lingering between them. "But what if it's another boy?" she whispered, her voice filled with hope and a touch of mischief.

Severus's smile grew broader, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Then, my dear, we shall simply have to try again," he said, his voice low and filled with a hint of challenge. "Until we have both a king and a queen to rule our little kingdom."

Hermione's eyes danced with mischief. "Is that a threat, Professor?" she asked, her tone playful.

Severus's gaze grew more intense, his grip on her hips tightening slightly. "No, Hermione," he said, his voice a low growl. "That is a promise." His eyes searched hers, the love and possession in them leaving no room for doubt. "Our children will be the legacy we leave behind, the embodiment of our love and our strength."

With a gentle smile, Hermione leaned in, her lips capturing his in a tender kiss. "Then let us practice," she whispered, her voice filled with a seductive warmth that made his blood race. "For the sake of our future kingdom."