Wantonly licking his lips, Severus couldn't take his eyes off the witch, as if his ebony orbs were clouded, eternally magnetized by her grace. Although he couldn't move a limb, hypnotised by her curves and endless legs, he felt warmth flow down his duct into his shaft, hardening it. His fingers started to twitch, seeking for the comforting touch of her round breast, craving to squeeze them - soliciting a sensual moan out of her tight throat. His mouth went dry while her lower lips were leaking with her fountain of Youth. His hocked nose - that legends believe to have a supernatural sense of scent - teased his demanding endowment as he detected her arousal. He coughed, his usual control disrupted by the Aphrodite standing proudly before him. Seraphina was nothing compared to her. The Gryffindor was like a mermaid, her voice - the most beautiful melody - calling after him, craving for his touch.

His eyes strolled down each crevasse and curvature of her frame, imagining his finger skimming through her toned shape - replacing his curious orbs -exploring her body. Severus' mind was consumed by lust and passion for the witch, forever frozen in fascination.

Noticing her shiver, her hips shuddering at the contact of a cold sweep of wind passing through the corridors, Severus' capacity to reason came back in a flash.

"Ms Granger, put your cloak back on" he managed to say, his voice hoarse from his dehydrated gorge, "it would be unfortunate for you to catch a cold."

Severus smirked, knowing that he could heat her quivering stature with a simple brush of his long virility - stimulating her senses - as he fondly stroked her body. Doubting his self-control - knowing all too well the tickling feeling under his skin down to his protruding crotch in the presence of Hermione - Severus decided to let her in, convincing himself that he couldn't let a student congeal herself to death near his front door. After all, as his family name attests, he is a Prince.

"I would give you a tour of my chambers but I believe you already know every corner of it" he added as she stepped foot into his quarters. "Would you like some tea?"

Turning around in the tight corridor leading to his living room, Hermione halted, turning her body to face him. "Severus sweetheart" she purred, crooned towards him like a feline ready to attack her prey, "you know what I want."

She let her fingers wander around his neckline, before enticingly sliding her finger down to the snaps of his cloak. He trembled at the contact, unintentionally leaning towards her sweet touch.

"I want you, Severus, always and forever." Her lips were now only mere centimetres away from his, her warm breathing grazing his face, "I try to live without you, but I can't. I feel empty as if I'm missing a part of me. I know you're not the man I married, but the love that we feel for each other surpasses any dimension, any timeline." Hermione placed a hand on his chest, smiling charmingly at the palpitation of his heart, "come home, my love."

Hermione's determination glimmered through her golden peepers, reflecting all the love and the longing she felt for the man. This dimension had stirred various emotions within her, and although her body felt weaker by the minute, she wasn't ready to give up on the love she knew existed between them. It had tormented and torn her, this seemingly endless game between the two. Hermione thought she had him that night in the corridors as his fingers roamed her body, seeking her warmth. However, it seemed that with this Severus, their love was doomed to face challenges, constantly making her doubt. But love, oh love, is one of the most powerful magic on earth, and once you have a taste of it, you'll constantly linger for more - even though it can destroy you.

"What are you doing with a woman who believes in an unrealistic and hypothetical expertise that is Divination? We are rational being Severus, I'm surprised she managed to get your attention." Her eyes never left his, even though her lips jittered, afraid that she would lose whatever bond they had forged since their discussion in the headmaster's office.

"Has she ever touched you like this?" She asked, her hand sweeping down the hem of his trousers, descending towards his appendage, stroking him, "has she ever touched you with all the love and admiration you deserve?" Her lips were now peppering his neck until she reached his cheek, "you deserve to have all the wonders that the world has to offer. You're brave, loyal, courageous, cunning and wise. You have given up on your life to redeem your actions towards a woman who you cherished - looking after the wellbeing of her child - forgetting yourself in the way. You won my heart, swaying me, binding me endlessly to your soul."

Tears prickled the corner of her eyes, slowly falling down her crimsoned cheek. She sighed when she felt his cold calloused fingers stroked her tears away, before cupping her cheeks, pulling her face closer to him. "It is true Hermione that I feel drawn to you in a way I'm unable to comprehend. As of now, I'm not sure if I'm in love with you or bewitched" she chuckled, leaning against his palm, "but what I do know is that, no matter how hard I try, I can't get you out of my head. I hated you or at least despised your know-it-all attitude. From the evening you stood confidently before Seraphina and myself - clearly saying you were a better catch than her - for some reason I felt charmed by your inappropriate Gryffindor courage. You are the most delicious malicious witch I've ever seen. Knowing that you are mine makes me want you all the more."

His lips were now on hers, moving in absolute harmony. The feeling was perfect, exquisite, heartwarming, yet different from their first one. Severus' kiss was gentle, romantic devouring her plump lips at each brush.

Hermione felt her eyes rolls to the back of her head as his hands shoved away the only piece of clothing covering her - leaving her bare to his formidable touch. She couldn't help but moan as his hand grazed the skin on her back, exploring her body anew. Her fingers were now fondling his buttons, giggling into their kiss as she reminisced how much she resented his mantle.

"Eager are we?" His voice sent a gracious jolt down her spine causing another moan to emanate from her invaded mouth.

Reluctantly pulling away from his lips, she rose an eyebrow, "excuse me but while I'm here for you to touch, you, on the other hand, is completely covered. It's not fair!"

Lowering his hand to cup her bottom, he fondled it playfully, winking at her. "You came to me with your birth suit Ms Granger, I didn't ask you to."

"In that case" teased Hermione, taking her fingers away from his taunting clothes, "I should go back to my dorm and change my attire. At least this way we will be equal."

In her imagination, she would be walking out easily towards Gryffindor tower - however, she couldn't take one step towards the door, his grip on her firm and rough. "Where do you think you're going my little fox?"

She jumped at the endearing name, the exact same one her husband had given to her in her timeline. "Fox?" She chocked her tears away, realising that for a fraction of a second, she could see her groom.

His head was now snuggled in the crock of her neck, inhaling her scent of jasmine and lavender, "a fox is cunning and subtle. They aren't particularly devoted to fame and artificial surroundings. They are organised and enjoy living in small, cosy environments. Your eyes remind me a lot of them" he added as he nibbled on her ear, "they light up like a roaring fire when you want something, only to leave place for a warm endearing candle flaring through the darkness of the world. Plus," Severus went on, lifting her up in his arms, "it means you are a gorgeous woman."

It was the first time she heard this explanation. Her husband had told her about the similarities in character between a fox and herself, but never mentioned her eyes. She couldn't help but hide her flushed face in his neck, snuggling close to him as she wrapped her legs around his firm waist.

Laying her delicately on his sofa, he joined her enthusiastically, holding himself up with his elbows. "You're so beautiful Hermione." He susurrate as he kissed her tummy, "I must have saved a nation in other life to have such a goddess under me, desiring my touch."*

Bringing his tongue to her perky nibble, eliciting a loud shriek from the lewd woman, Severus followed his tormenting doings by bringing his fingers to her opening - parting her lower lips.

Before he could pleasure her, he fell a dull pulsing pain creep up his chest, nesting itself in his rib cage - slithering towards his heart. Soon his breathing became unsteady, the feeling becoming unbearable. The throbbing twinge disoriented him, causing his body to fall to the ground, deadened. Every part of his being ached for an answer to this feeling of despair and agony. Hermione joined him on the ground, kneeling before his quivering body, screaming inaudible words - the blood in his head numbing his earing. He could feel her hands reach for his body, yet at the minor contact of her skin, he yelled. Her touch sent cold shivers through his cells, an excruciating pain flaring once more, tensing up every muscle. He prayed for the pain to subside, yet it became harder and harder to swallow what he was experiencing, powerless to the pleading cries in the background.

"You will never get to her Lucious!" He heard his voice growl, but, as he looked around his living room, searching for the disembodied voices, he found nothing.

Hermione seemed to have disappeared, his scenery changing into a cold, eerie room. He could see himself hung on the ceiling, blood dripping from his head. His eyes were piercing menacingly at the silver-haired man standing in front of him. "Love is blind my friend" he caught the man say before darkness took over.

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*Many people believe that if you are very lucky in this life, it means that in another you have done great things and God is rewarding you in your new life.

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A/N: Hello everyone, I'm back! I'm truly sorry I haven't uploaded any new chapters last week, apart from one. 😔♥️

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