enchantement - SOULBOUND I̲̅ || SS/HG ✔️

12. Altered memories

"I will not stay glued to this bed until the war end Severus, let those bloody ropes lose!" Hermione screamed, trying her hardest to wiggle herself out her confinement. "This is preposterous! Do you take pride in having a naked woman tied to your bedhead while you eye her up and down with a smirk as long as Highway 101?"

Snape lowered his body, laying on top of his lover, holding himself up with his arms. "I do Ms Granger. There is nothing I like to see more than an infuriated minx bounce her plump breast, trying to get herself free."

Rolling her eyes, Hermione nudged his face with her nose, "you have some weird fetish Sev, now untie me!"

Feeling his endowment harden, Severus started to gently grind on his witch, causing a moan to come out of her delectable mouth. "Admit it, love, you're enjoying this" he purred, before letting his tongue trail circles on her exposed neck, lightly tugging on the skin, causing her to wince.

Noticing how enticed she was, Severus settled himself between her legs, spreading her thighs further. Caressing his way to her pelvis, Hermione arched her back, the addictive pleasure from his skilled fingers luring her even deeper in his fantasy.

As her eyes closed, the bliss from his touch becoming a drug for her body, her lover delved within her glistering womanhood, pleasuring her till oblivion.

Sucking, licking, biting, he had done it various times, knowing exactly what Hermione liked and how to arouse her even more. Yet this time was different, he was in control, but missed her gentle fingers intertwining themselves around his long jet locks. Muttering the counterspell, Hermione was freed from the ropes, bringing instinctively her hands were Severus desired.

"Severus!" She moaned, tugging lightly on his hair, beckoning him to bring his mouth to hers. He happily obliged, kissing her passionately, their tongue twirling around, tasting the other endlessly.

"I love you" she breathed between kisses. They both stopped, realising that for the first time since they had started their relationship they had never spoken those words of endearment.

Hermione froze, fearing that her efforts at breaking those ice defences around his heart were now in vain. She looked away, unable to look into his ebony eyes, knowing all to well what would happen next.

Rejection.

It is true that it had surprised Severus. Never in a million years would he have expected such a lovely witch to declare his love for him. Although she had given him her virginity, the idea of 'love' had not emerged yet.

Noticing her nervousness, Severus cupped her face, urging her to look at him. "Thank you, Hermione. I realised that you have given me so much this past month, but sincerely, I was worried you would later leave me for someone younger, made for you. I have loved you from the moment those luscious lips of yours brought mine to life. I love you, Hermione Granger, with all that I am, with everything that I've got."

"Miss Granger!" A frustrated voice resonated in her mind, stripping her out of her revery, "this seems to have become a habit of yours! Stay after class, as I see here you have nothing after this period, which is a perfect time for detention!"

Hermione looked up at the tall figure standing a mere foot away from her, looking at her with his usual obscure spheres. But something was altered. They used to bear irritation, resentment, yet she recognized the care in them. She couldn't help but smile, her heart palpitating in her chest, the man she loved finally showing her some pure honest feelings.

"Forgive me Sir" she replied, unable to hide her happiness.

He frowned, consternated, but decided to go back to teaching. Even though he appeared involved in his class, his mind was vagabonding -in a world that he knew no existence of - were feelings emerged. He knew his lesson on his fingertips, so no effort needed. No one noticed, not even Hermione.

Since the incident in the infirmary, something had cracked within him. He couldn't tell why or how, but it did. His sudden concern for her well being wasn't helping his cause either. Severus didn't want to admit it to himself, but she was constantly on his mind. Positively or negatively, his thoughts would reach for her. He was infuriated with himself after having shared to his student one of his most personal stories. The wizard had given her the key to his heart, and he was now afraid of the growing connection that they shared.

He had been baffled by her attitude in class when they were alone. Since then it took everything within his power to dodge the desk she had leaned over, running away from the tingling in his chest. Her condition must have been serious for her to sexually provoke her teacher, yet it had its desired effect. Severus' eyes were searching for her in the corridor or in the dining hall. He had forgotten all about Seraphina.

Seraphina, the woman who had revived his long-lost libido - pleasuring him every night with such ferocity and passion he couldn't help but repay her exquisite work. She was the new divination teacher, Trelawney feeling threatened since Ms Umbridge had taken over Hogwarts a year ago.

Something was different with the new teacher, her mind sealed by powerful magic, keeping Severus in the mystery of her existence. Curious, he had gotten closer to her, so close his nose had fallen between her thighs, tasting her. He had enjoyed it, caught in her webs, but Hermione shifted everything.

It first started when he had noticed how sick she was, refusing to eat at dinner or the most striking, failing to listen properly to class. Her attention had fallen, yet his had risen. When she had mumbled his name in her torpor, something stirred within him, begging for attention. He had shrugged it away, but now, looking in the eyes of the woman sitting a few desks away from him, he knew that the longer he pushed his feelings away, the more tormented he was becoming.

"Ms Granger is everything all right? I noticed you weren't at Hogsmeade this weekend with your friends. I couldn't help but wonder where you were." He asked, walking towards her desk once the class ended and everyone left, his strong hand now resting on her table, his face inches away from hers.

"I was feeling rather ill, so I decided to stay in my chambers," Hermione answered, trying her hardest not to grab his face and kiss him. She couldn't tell him about the Horcruxes. Trying to think of another excuse, a flash of her dying husband perturbed her.

"What is this?" She mumbled, her mouth agape.

"What is what, Miss Granger?"

She looked up at him, realising that, like an oblivate, she had forgotten that her husband was murdered by Nagini's venom. "Someone is trying to mess with my mind Professor" she answered, realising that she needed to be far more alert than she thought.