Always Kiss Me Goodnight

Chapter Six - Fear of the Dark

"Severus, that was amazing. I have never felt that before." Hermione was snuggled into his chest and could hear the slow beat of his heart. She could smell the cologne he was wearing - Dark and woody with a hint of musk. As her senses became more alert she could feel his desire pressing into her leg but she didn't feel embarrassed thinking it to be a compliment as he was obviously turned on by what had happened.

He relaxed his arms and rested his hands on her waist.

"Would you care to stay the night? You can borrow one of my shirts. One cannot expect you to walk back after all this." Came the silken words. His eyes looked at her post orgasmic glow and he felt elated. Her face was glowing yet her eyes were tired. It was the quietest she had been for a long time, hormones are wonderful he thought.

"I would love to" came the delicate reply as she straightened out her dress and picked up her knickers, bundling them up as much as she could.

Severus lifted the privacy spell and cleared the half eaten plates from the table with a wave of his wand. The bedroom door silently opened as the candles slowly went out leaving just the glow from the bedroom. He motioned for her to go ahead and she did so with him following behind.

XX

Hermione watched him as he raked through his drawers and pulled out a grey silk shirt that looked like it had been well lived over the years.

"Here you go," as he threw it to her catching her by surprise.

"There's a bathroom just through the door on your left." He gestured toward the door and then continued with his drawer search.

XX

While Hermione was in the bathroom Severus had quickly changed and in bed. He usually slept without anything on so it felt quite different to be in black pyjamas that were given to him as a gift from Albus. They felt itchy against his skin and stiff - he really wasn't keen.

He will pay good money to feed his insatiable appetite and sweet addiction but when it comes to clothing he's as tight as a cats arse!

Hermione put her hand to the door and checked herself once more in the mirror. She thought about letting her hair down but instead it was tightly pinned in place, she didn't want him to see her hair just yet. After one deep breath she turned the door knob and saw him lying there looking up in what appeared to be deep thoughts.

Severus was jerked from his mental drifting as Hermione got into his bed. He turned his head to look at her as she pulled up the covers to her chin. He reached out his hand under the covers and took hers.

"Good night Miss Granger" he said before letting her hand go and rolling onto his side. Within seconds the sound of his deep breathing was breaking the silence of the room.

He's so hot and cold. Miss Granger one minute then Hermione the next. Such a complicated man. She turned her head to look at him and could see the natural sheen of his hair being caught by the moonlight and could just make out some sort of scar at the nape of his neck. Old war wounds maybe?

Her eyes grew heavy and before long she too joined him in a steady slumber.

XX

"Can't do it can you Severus"

"Look at him, pathetic, weak, stupid man!"

"Call yourself a Deatheater?"

"Impotent Mudblood more like"

He looked at the woman beneath him and vowed to win the respect of his fellow Deatheater's

Weight pressed down on her delicate female frame and something was holding down her arms. Waking up with a jolt she anxiously tried to figure out what was happening in the darkness.