Chapter 79: Valentine's Day Bed-Follows

Snape's Quarters, Slytherin Dungeons,Hogwarts...

Hermione didn't know what to expect when she ventured into Severus Snape's quarters that night. They had such a good time at the ball that she hardly noticed how late it was when she arrived. The front room had been relatively dark and quiet. The scent of herbs and fresh earth had been all around as she made her way toward Snape's bedroom. She smiled thinking of all he had done for Austin as of late. It was nice to see him show his sweet side every now and then. Still, she couldn't help but love the snarky bastard for who he was. The Charms Mistress made her way inside and found that Snape had been nowhere in sight. Her eyes fell to the large black four poster bed. It had been properly made up since the last she saw it and she smiled noting there was a something wrapped in green paper sitting on the edge of it. Cautious, as one must be when dealing with a Slytherin, Hermione made her way over toward it and carefully lifted it off the bed. She had been delighted to note that it had been a rather large book .

She saw no card but her name had been written on the front of the wrapping paper in black lettering. The charms mistress smiled as she looked over the package and began to open it. It had been a book much as always but a teaching text entitled: Professor's Guide to Teaching Charms by Filius Flitwick and it had been signed by the former professor.

{"Good Luck with your new position as Charms Professor Miss Granger, I know my legacy is in capable hands." -Filius Flitwick}

"I thought the autograph was a bit much but Filius has always thought of you as his prized student and often spoke of how much better it would have been for him if you had been sorted into Ravenclaw." said Severus from behind her in his usual deep baritone drawl.

The bushy haired witch turned around to face him. She wore an expression that told him that she was most pleased with her gift. As he knew she would be.

"I despise this cursed holiday." he said bitterly.

"I know." replied Hermione wrapping her arms around his neck. "But it was nice of you to try and deal with it for a day."

"My gift to you." he replied.

She pressed her soft pink lips into his pale ones.

"I absolutely love my gift." she said approvingly. "And I absolutely love the grouchy wizard that gave it to me."

"When were you going to tell me you were in love with Flitwick?" asked Snape with an arched eyebrow.

"Not funny git." said Hermione shaking her head.

"You forgot Slytherin." he said.

"Yes." she said looking at him with heat behind her amber eyes. "How could I ever forget that?"

They shared a kiss and he led her rather smoothly over to the bed. Snape had not offered much resistance when The Charms Mistress ordered him to undress and lie in the center of the large black four poster bed. A wicked smirk filed across his pale face and he did as she instructed. Snape watched his witch slip out of her attire with heat filled obsidian eyes. His excitement at the anticipation of what she had in mind was very evident and it brought out a sort of mischievous streak in the young witch. She climbed into bed towering above the lean pale wizard and straddled him in one motion.

Snape let out a contented hiss when he felt himself slip into her deep warmth. He began to buck his hips in a bid to sink more of himself deeper. Hermione let out a soft moan and ran her nimble fingers down his scared pale chest.

"Severus." called the young witch losing herself in the sensations he was stirring within her heated body.

The dour wizard sat up quickly taking control in her moment of weakness desperate to bury himself in her as far as he could get. His pace increased and the force of his thrusts were driving the young witch into the mattress. Hermione had not minded his roughness. It had been more of a pleasure for her to drive him to such extremes.

The Potions Master had been in rare form as he bedded the young Charms Mistress. In the back of Snape's mind he did not doubt that Rita Skeeter would have loved to get any information she could on the aspects of their apparently very healthy sex life. He had been willing to wager that she would pay quite a sum for even half of the information about how they behaved in bed.

Hermione gripped the dour wizard tighter as he continued to thrust at his same relentless pace. She couldn't imagine being with anyone this way before him and never actually wanted to. It still seemed to surprise her that such a dour and expressionless man could inspire such passion when it came to bedding a witch, more importantly her. It was as if it had been a hidden talent of sorts.

"Severus." called Hermione still lost in the sensations he was creating.

A low growl erupted from him in response.

The night had been young when she first arrived in his private quarters but it quickly aged when he had gotten her into his bed. Hermione had not minded ending such a lovely Valentine's Day sinking into the depths of her lover's passionate embrace. It seemed to be quite a poetic aspect of the night. Although the witch knew that Severus would have disagreed considering they ended most of their nights in this same manner.

As the hours passed Snape finally started to show signs of slowing down and it had been well into the next morning by that time. The Charms mistress couldn't have asked for a better way to spend the holiday as she felt the rush of her release followed by that of her lover well into the mid morning hours. They had been fortunate that the dance had taken place on a Friday and that it was the weekend or they would both have needed a few good doses of Pepper-Up Potion before they went to teach their respective classes.

Severus had been spent laying on the side of her. His pale flesh covered in sweat and warmed from the heat of his efforts. His lank raven hair stuck to his sallow pale cheeks and his expression had been quite adorable. Hermione swept some of the wayward strands from his eyes as he would often do for her whenever the occasion called for it.

"Hmmm." he growled as he leaned into her touch.

His pale eye lids heavy from his efforts as the effects of sleep crept upon him.

Hermione pressed her soft pink lips to his pale ones once more and settled down resting her bushy head against his pale bare chest.

They slept peacefully for a couple of hours before Snape awoke in the middle of the morning to tend to some Slytherin House Emergency. Hermione had stretched out blissfully content in her sleep.

When Snape returned he had been in a rather crabby mood and climbed into bed next to the peacefully sleeping witch. The scent of jasmine that lingered from her bushy hair had always been pleasant for him as he settled into bed.

"That kind of emergency huh?" she asked without opening her eyes.

"You have no idea." he replied closing his own.

"You do a wonderful job with them you know." she said nuzzling her cheek against his chest.

"So you keep telling me." he replied wrapping an arm around her slender form.

"You do." replied Hermione. "And they love you for it."

"Hmmm." replied Snape.

"I suppose I love you for it as well." she said.

"Of course." he said.

They settled into another round of sleep and just before falling into it Snape spoke once more.

"Insufferable know-it-all." he said before drifting off.

"Slytherin Git." said Hermione in reply and drifted off as well.

For a few moments everything seemed alright with the world as the two Hogwarts Professors attempted to catch up on some much needed sleep.