Parlor Of Shadows - Chapter 15

The next several weeks flew by with a breeze. The last show of July and the single show in August passed without any more appearances by Sirius. For the August show Hermione played a more somber and classy set, with the audience turning out in their finest dress. They decided to do a different theme each month to keep things fresh and the first of these shows was a hit.

Severus and Hermione found themselves lying on her bed reading books the night of August 31st. She had read her school books when away from Severus and was now reading a book about potions theories, while Severus perused an ancient copy of ‘Flora, Fauna and Fungi’. They were both dreading the return to Hogwarts, but they were trying their best to relax. Severus finally clapped his book shut and set it down with a sigh. Hermione looked up from her pages at him and he slid over so he was lying next to her.

“I wish we could stay here,” she sighed as she closed her book. SHIT! She mentally slapped herself.

“Oh? Where are you going?”

“Oh, I, uh, just need to take care of some personal business.” She shivered and purred as Severus’ fingers ran through her hair. Their closeness was a bit of a surprise when she sat back and looked at it, but it happened so gradually that neither had really noticed. She rolled onto her back, bumping him over a little and giggling. “So if you pop in and I’m not here, don’t worry.”

“But now I can’t just show up and see you as I had grown accustomed to doing each day,” he pouted looking away from her face and at the books. She reached up and put her fingers on his chin, turning his eyes back to hers.

“Miss me already?” she grinned and batted her lashes. A blush crept up his cheeks and her heart leapt. Could he really have feelings for me? But he doesn’t know who I really am. He caught a hint of sadness in her eyes and couldn’t stop himself. He leaned down and captured her lips with his own. She stiffened and her eyes flew wide for a fraction of a second before she just let herself go and returned his kiss. He was afraid to deepen it, but she calmed his mind as her tongue pushed softly against his lips. He granted her entrance and her arms wrapped around him, her fingers dancing in his hair and eliciting a soft moan. She gripped a fistful of his silky locks firmly and returned the moan, a fire spreading through her body as she pulled him down onto her. He nestled his body between her legs, which she wrapped tightly around his hips. Their lips broke apart for air and he began kissing and nipping her ear and neck, drawing forth breathy moans from Hermione who was grinding herself on his erect manhood.

Severus couldn’t hold in the moan as he felt her warmth against him. He pressed himself against her and her sharp intake of breath caused his breathing to become even more ragged. His hands roamed down her body to the hem of her shirt. He pulled it up over her head and began kissing her more passionately, his fingertips rolling and squeezing her erect nipples. She replied this by nipping his lower lip, his low growls and hip thrusts leading her closer to the edge. One of her hands traveled down his body, slipping into his pants; as her fingertips encircled the plump head of his member he threw his head back in a gasping moan. Their eyes locked again and Hermione swore she saw flames dancing on his black irises. As her fingers massaged him expertly his hand traveled up her leg, rubbing various areas of her inner thighs, but not touching where she wanted to feel him. She whimpered and he smirked evilly, his fingers deftly avoiding her most sensitive spots.

He ran his fingers across her mound taking great care to put almost no pressure where she wanted to feel him most. When her squirming became too much, he slipped his fingers under the silken fabric, dipping two fingers into her wetness. She moaned and tightened her grip on his member. He slid his lubricated fingers up to her swollen nub and began rubbing in small circles. Her head flew back and her back arched as her hips involuntary thrust up to meet his fingers. He swallowed to keep from drooling as he took in the sight and leaned down to whisper in her ear.

He jumped back and fell off the side of the bed as someone knocked roughly on the door. His heart beat so fast that he could scarcely breathe and sat on the floor gulping air. The knocking continued and he noticed Min sitting up wide-eyed, obviously feeling much the same as he did.

“Open up, Min!” came the muffled shout through the door. “It’s important!”

“Fuck,” she huffed and grabbed her shirt, shooting Severus an apologetic look as he stood and righted his clothing. Pulling her shirt on she threw open the door. “WHAT?”

Daimion flinched at her voice and eyed the pair. “Rude, it’s Headmaster Dumbledore. He has asked that you return to the school tonight. Forgive me,” he finished with a pained smile and walked off. Hermione closed the door and leaned against it, regulating her heartbeat and breathing with her eyes closed. After a moment’s silence she opened her eyes slowly and took in the sight of Severus standing there, his face flushed and his hands trembling.

“I-- I’m sorry, Min,” he said softly. She stepped over to him slowly and took his hands in hers.

“It’s not your fault. He seems to have the worst timing though,” she cracked a small grin.

Severus snorted and let out a small chuckle. “You have no idea.”

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Hermione sat on her bed with her arms wrapped around a pillow. Daimion sat in front of her, leaning against a bedpost with his hand clasped over his stomach. “I really am sorry, darling.”

Hermione sighed. “I know, it wasn’t your fault. I swear Dumbledore knew something was going on that shouldn’t be.”

“But did you really want it to happen like that?” Hermione gave him a strange look. “I mean, we can all see that there’s something, like a spark, between you two. Aren’t you afraid that if you did this now he would resent it when he found out who you really are?” Hermione buried her face into the pillow for a moment before sighing sadly.

“I know, Daimion. But what’s going to happen anyway when he finds out? You heard what he said his first day here about ‘annoying know-it-alls’ and whatnot.”

“Yeah, but I think he was just trying to brush everything off. He would think that you thought that if he was partial to any students that you’d think he liked them or something, you know?”

“What?” She held up a hand and grinned before Daimion explained. “I know what you meant by that and what you mean by all of this. I just hope that when he finds out he remembers how I was here and understands why I couldn’t tell him who I really was.” Daimion nodded and stood, walking over to kiss Hermione’s forehead.

“Get some sleep, babe. If nothing else, you don’t want to look like hell when you see him tomorrow. Speaking of which, when will this wear off?” he asked, indicating her appearance.

“Tomorrow between 6 and 10 in the morning, roughly.”

“Oh, ok. Goodnight, Min. Don’t worry – everything will work out in the end.”

“I hope so,” she said as she settled into her bed. Daimion gave her one last smile before leaving her room.