And later still, just before she drifted off to sleep, she thought he must have seen the roll of her tummy when she rode his cock, must have seen how her face reddened and pinched as she hovered above him. But it didn’t matter, because Hermione would soon come to learn that whenever Severus was fucking her, the whole world fell away, and absolutely nothing else mattered. He fucked like he was enamoured to simply be in her presence. He fucked her like it was a privilege. Like it was an honour. 