For disclaimer see chapter 1.

The night air was thick, too heavy for the autumn night. Both welcomed the city noises, keeping them from escaping into their own skulls. They remained silent in their rush to her flat, at least he assumed that's where she was headed, she stayed in pace with him but somehow was directing him.

He would like to have thought he was in charge, he was the leader and she merely followed in time. She would always lead him, he knew that. She led him to recovery four years ago. She led him to the street four minutes ago. Who can only imagine where she would lead him 4 hours from now? But oh, oh there was hope and truly, he had hoped enough for the both of them.

Her flat was small with one room off to the back and a tiny kitchen to the right. It was quaint and, obviously, filled with books. This was Hermione Granger, what else would she fill her world with? He took a seat on the sofa, which acted as a barrier between kitchen and living area, while she brought water to boil.

Once the kettle screamed, she danced to a small table and laid out the tea. So, maybe she didn't exactly dance, but in his mind every time her body moved it was a dance. He was positive she made the world ashamed that it didn't move with such poise.

"I missed you." She was direct, simple, and unyielding. When courage dictated he turn to face her she was curled up on the other end of the sofa, knees drawn to her chest guarding herself.

"Is that so?" He was skeptical, it had been four years. Surely he was an afterthought. Merely a man she once knew. A man she once nursed to health. She rolled her eyes, but he really wasn't trying to infuriate her, honest. "I only say this, Miss Granger, because it has been quite some time. You never wrote."

"Neither did you." The truth left a sting beneath his breast.

"You are once again correct," his voice became quiet, almost a whisper, "You are always correct." He took a deep breath, unsure of himself, "I wanted to I even picked up my quill time and time over. I began writing. I wrote you a thousand letters, I'm almost sure of it. After weeks and months, I figured you had moved on. I read of your engagement…and then of your disengagement. I had my owl prepared to send a letter but…I couldn't. I am not a brave man Miss Granger. Years of war have taught me not to hope."

She had tears in her eyes, down her cheeks. "Severus, why is it that I think so much of you and yet you think so little of yourself?" She moved closer, on her knees beside him, looking into his eyes. She brushed her hands along his chest. As she leaned in he could only pray. He prayed to every deity he could remember, he prayed one would help him not fuck this up.

As their lips once again met they fell into each other. Not just physically but mentally and spiritually as well. He could feel their souls connecting as the kiss deepened and then deepened still. He was almost positive he was somewhere between her small and large intestines and yet he crawled within her body, seeking refuge from the storm.

It was really all he needed to know, that she felt something for him. She cared about him. It happened only rarely but for once, he was happy with his lot. He didn't know where it would lead—a kiss was just a kiss—but it was a start. This, he realized, would take courage and if she felt he was brave, well for fuck's sake he could be brave.

With their bodies slightly glistening from their bedroom romp, he laid still, his cheek on her thigh, between her legs and said, "I could live here, you know?"

"Severus, this place is tiny!" She laughed; he could live in her laugh. He flipped on his stomach and wrapped his arms under her thighs, bringing her sex closer to his face.

"I don't mean the flat, love, I mean between your legs. I could live my life until I was a wrinkled old fool with this being my only sustenance." He was being crude but he decided it was time to quit being guarded. Remember, he was trying to be brave.

He watched as she laughed, her breasts bouncing and arms grasping her face in shock and embarrassment. "I hardly doubt that…"

Before she could finish, his tongue took the initiative to shut her up. He ran it in the juncture between her lips, parting them slightly and slowly travelling up. Before reaching her sweetest head he sucked one lip into his mouth massaging it with his tongue and lips and with a pop he moved to the other, continuing the treatment. He looked into her glossy eyes, he saw as she brought one hand to her breast and her other to his hair she rubbed his scalp and pulled him closer to her sweet heat.

He allowed his tongue to swipe her clitoris, once, then twice, sucking it into his mouth and gently allowing his teeth to scrape the nub, she shuttered, so he repeated the process before sliding his tongue into her warmth diving in and tasting her fully. Her cacophony of moans acted as indication that she was close. So he added his long, middle finger within her folds and moved to suckle once again at her clitoris. She tightened her hold on his hair pulling him closer and closer still to her sex. Her thighs tightened against his ears and she roared his name and when she did he was sure that he could come, again, from that sound alone.

He continued his attention with his finger. Once her body lost its rigidity he removed his finger and slid up her body he lay down on his side beside her. As her eyes met his he pulled his finger to his mouth and sucked it clean. He wanted her to know how glorious she truly was, she shivered.

"That may have been the single most erotic act I've ever experienced."

He smirked. "I could live here, between your legs, beside your breast, beneath your body. You are my Amortentia." He kissed her lips. "Do you taste yourself on my tongue?" She nodded meekly, slightly embarrassed by the thought. "Don't be shy, nothing you say or feel could make me turn think less of you. Nothing you say or do could make me not want you."

"I thought you weren't a brave man," she smiled, "Are you ready to be brave now?" She rolled him to his back and straddled him, her wet center on his belly. "Are you ready to do this?"

"If you don't recall we did this less than an hour ago…thus the post-coitus." Not that he cared, he was hard again and more than willing to exert all of his energy pounding into her beautiful form.

"I don't mean sex. Although," she turned and felt his erection, "I'm see he's up for round two." She continued her slow stroke moving down to sit in the space between his legs.

He moaned and, without her hand leaving his shaft, sat up to face his beauty. "That is most distracting…but please, don't stop."

Her lips twitched upward in a most Snape like smirk. "I mean us. Are you ready for there to be an 'us?' Is that something you would be agreeable to?"

"Dear God woman, agreeable?" He laughed and she jerked her hand roughly and his laugh turned to a moan, his hips thrusting up slightly. "Yes…by all mercy in the world and in the heavens, yes! Is…this something that, oh please, don't stop…something that you would want?"

Her hand stilled, "If I didn't want you for keeps, you wouldn't be in my bed. Likewise, I wouldn't be holding your beautiful cock in my hand either." Before he could speak to her bedroom language, she returned her pace, speeding up minutely. She positioned herself at the tip of his head and as she filled herself with him, he hugged her body to his own, using his arms to help her stability and pace.

They clung to each other. They were moving together like a dingy in the sea, bobbing in time with the waves and the currents. He pulled and she pushed, her walls sucked at his being and he relented, thrusting his entire length into her core. He was sure at this point that it wasn't sex or release that they sought, it was completion. It was becoming one single entity in two bodies.

Somewhere in the last few thrusts she came, her core milking his walls and taking in all that he had to offer. He felt her core grasp him tightly and he followed suit depositing his life force in her womb. As they came down from their high they remained connected, holding each other both so exhausted that if they should let go they may fall into oblivion.

"I could live here, you know."

"Hermione, this is your flat." He was sure he could think of something cleverer, but seeing as how her vagina was still impaled in the most delicious way upon his penis, he figured that would suffice.

She pulled his head off her shoulder with her hands placed on either side of his face and stared into his eyes. Their breathing was still labored, "Never leave me. Promise you won't ever leave me."

And with all of the bravery he could muster, he promised.

AN: So I couldn't resist. I decided to smut it up. I would much appreciate your concrit and reviews :)