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Beware the Flamingo Pink Fog	By : caliko Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 1771 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-What a party...
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May 6^th, 2005: Re-re-edited the entire thing, then rewrote parts for clarity. I have been sitting on a rough draft for a sequel, but haven�t gone any farther because it wouldn�t come together. However, I may try going in another direction�.

~Caliko
Characters belong to J.K. Rowling. Warnings? Sex and other Adult situations, possibly language. Pairings? HG/SS!!! I make no $ off this fic, so please don�t sue! I�m only a poor college student/wife/mom�

Caliko

Beware The Flamingo Pink Fog�..

By Caliko

Hermione Granger climbed the stairs to her room in the headquarters of the Order, leaving the raucous laughter and ribald jokes to flow behind her. Wine poured from every faucet in the house, some even gathering in bathtubs for those that had always wanted to take a bath in rich, bitter sangria. It was New Years Eve of her seventh year, the one-year anniversary of the fall of Voldemort.

Her head was spinning slightly, testimony to one glass too many. Downstairs, Dumbledore had fallen asleep in the corner wearing a silly yet benign grin, ending the conversation that they had been having. Ron was riding his broom in the living room, plowing into walls and knocking down pictures, and Harry was determinedly flirting with Ginny, who was pretending that she didn�t hear him or know her brother.

She smirked a little at that thought. Harry had finally noticed the red head, but the girl just didn�t want any part of him. If she thought about it long enough, (or even could think considering the pleasant fuzz that the wine induced), she might have thought that it had something to do with a broom closet that the head girl had found Ginny coming out of with a sliver eyed blond Slytherin during one of her rounds.

Fortunately for her state of sanity, the Gryffindor didn�t think of that right now. She was too busy trying to find the next step up, as she kept stepping back on the one she was currently standing on instead. Scowling, she looked up at the top of the steps, only to meet the dark eyes of her enigmatic potions professor.

He leaned against the wall facing her, dark robes pulled around his shoulders, falling away from his crossed ankles to brush against the wall behind him. His arms were crossed over his chest, warning all to stay away, and a slight smirk twitched his lips as he watched her continuously missing the next step.

�Problems, Miss Granger?� he drawled, his voice only slightly slurred as he arched his eyebrow so that it hid behind thick strands of unruly hair.

Hermione scowled, then straightened her shoulders in an unsuccessful attempt to appear quite sober. It was unsuccessful because just then her foot missed the next step up once again.

�Not at all,� she said, her tone quite lofty, �I�m trying to get something off my shoe.�

He chuckled a bit, his normally strict adherence to stoicism loosened by the bottle of brandy he had nursed alone in his room. �I�m sure.�

He met her eyes, snarky laughter shining back her, daring her to ask him for help. Instead, she turned around and sat on the step she couldn�t quite reach with her foot.

�Why aren�t you downstairs with everyone else?� Hermione asked, laying back on the stairs, staring at Professor Snape upside down, �You might as well have stayed back at Hogwarts if you�re going to stay hiding up here.�

�Found courage in the bottle, have you?� Severus rolled his eyes, then said, �Dumbledore.�

That one name said it all. The Potions Master would do anything the old man asked of him. Of course, he�d be complaining the entire time, spreading his poisonous mood on anyone that walked nearby, but he would do it.

�Let me guess�� Hermione said, grinning. She remembered the headmasters words to Professor Snape after the final battle, �he harped on you about getting out of the dungeon again and joining the rest of the world.�

Snape pushed away from the wall and descended the stairs to sit behind her. �Ten points to Gryffindor for using your brain.� His voice was silky, nearly mesmerizing to her ears, but there rang something fishy in his tone. Still, she was surprised. The man NEVER gave points to her house. Then, his plan became clear as he finished speaking. �Unfortunately, I will have to take twenty off for your cheeky remark to a professor. So sorry.�
His smirk became a little more malicious and she groaned, getting up. The greasy git didn�t sound sorry at all. She should have known. Hermione nodded her head, then passed him on the stairway, the short rest and point deduction sobering her slightly.

�Goodnight, Professor,� she grated out, determined to ignore him.

She made it as far as her room, then stopped, unable to remember how to take down her wards. �Dammit!� she groaned, her forehead against the wood, �Why me?� Then, she cursed again as the dark footsteps sounded behind her.

�Stuck again, Miss Granger?� His voice was pompous, and she wished that she was already graduated so that she could hex him oblivious.

�What do you care?� Hermione moaned, trying to ignore him.

He smirked, then leaned against the wall. �I don�t. However, your wandering the hallways is annoying. I�m on vacation, and I don�t wish to be stuck babysitting you.�

�Then don�t! I�m per��

Whatever she was going to say was cut off as a loud crack sounded downstairs. Puzzled, they glanced at each other before pushing off the wall and hurrying to the stairs. Hermione�s alcoholic buzz was pushed back as she started to go downstairs with Professor Snape next to her. Halfway down, they stopped, frozen as a weird pink fog began to encompass the stairway.

Severus took an experimental sniff, then cursed as his analytical mind began to isolate distinct smells. �Upstairs, Miss Granger. Now! Go to the nearest window, open it, and do NOT breath the smoke!� He was right behind her, retreating as fast as his long legs could, with his hand pushing against her back to hurry her steps.

�What is it?�

�No time for questions!!� They had reached his room, and pushing open the door he practically threw her to the window. Hermione moved to open it, looking back every few moments to see if the smoke had gotten closer, but the window wouldn�t budge.

�Hurry, Miss Granger!� Severus hissed, closing the door.

�It won�t open!�

�Damn incompetent Gryffindors!� He tried to open it himself, only to curse again when it refused to move. �Stand back!�

Pulling his wand, her began to throw hexes, but none of them broke the window. Next, he threw his wand to the floor and grabbed the ladder back chair from in front of the desk. With a roar, he threw it, only to have it bounce back. The window wasn�t even scratched.

Hermione glanced at the door and shrieked. �Professor! It�s coming in under the door!�

�FUCK!�

Hermione stared at the potions professor, unable to believe that he had actually cursed.

�Professor.. What is it?� If she was going to die or something, she wanted to know what was going to do it.

He groaned, his forehead pressed against the window. �Lust potion, in gas form. Those damn Weasley�s!�

�What?� :::So, she wasn�t going to die?:::

�The Terror Twins strike again.� His voice was tired as he filed the repercussions away in his mind, �The potion triggers certain responses in the victims body, giving them an almost insatiable hunger for intercourse.�

�Oh God�� Her eyes went wide, then she ran for the door. �I have to get to my room.. Maybe if I lock myself in��

Severus tackled her from behind, and she fell within two feet from the encroaching flamingo pink cloud of lust. �Not a good idea, little girl.� He muttered, �By the time you get to your door, you won�t be interested in locking yourself in. More than likely, you�ll end up downstairs and offer yourself to the first person you see.�

Hermione eeped, then crawled backward away from the door. �Is there anyway to neutralize it?�

�Of course there is�but we do not have the time. I could, of course, alter it� but only enough to make a love potion. I assume that you would rather be subjected to a one night stand than a lifetime of inconvenience?�

�I don�t want either!�

Their eyes met, one resigned, the other terrified, frozen as at last the smoke settled over their shoulders. �We don�t have much of a choice, do we?� he asked, huddled as far back against the wall as he could.

�Can we fight it?� her voice shook, but unlike her teacher, it held some hope.

�For awhile, but the outcome is inevitable. By the time we succumb, we would be more like animals than people.� He slipped his robes off as he spoke, relaxing against the wall in just his shirt and trousers. Breathing shallowly, Severus closed his eyes against the stinging smoke that curled around his head. �I would more than likely end up hurting you, if you were a virgin.� Snap his eyes open, he looked at her, �You�re not, are you?�

She blushed and turned her head away from him. Almost defensively, she answered, �Well, my choices were either a Quidditch junkie or a Quidditch junkie� who would you suggest I choose?�

�My apologies, Miss Granger� You�re quite correct to have waited.� His voice became a slow drawl, with a foreign element wrapped around it. He cursed to himself, realizing that he was near the time of surrender. He didn�t bother to fight it, knowing now that to do so would put her through more pain that was necessary. Severus couldn�t deny the twinge of excitement that he got when she told him that she was a virgin. He would be the first - something that a man of his possessive nature reveled in. �After all, there are more things to discuss in the bedroom than Quidditch.�

�Professor?� She caught the change in his voice, and froze as a deer in the woods would when confronted by the hunter.

�Severus, dear Hermione, unless of course you fantasize about that sort of thing?�

�Get away!� she scrambled to the side, only to be halted when his arm snaked around her waist. Then, his mouth was on hers and he was drawing her onto his lap, her head encompassed by the smoke of the lust potion.

�Don�t fight it, Hermione. It�s too late, and I don�t want to hurt you,� he whispered against her lips, then took the lower one between his teeth. Lightly, Severus nipped, insisting that she open to him. Hermione gasped from the sharp pain, unprepared for the invasion of the drug. Her head swam in the fog as her nerves seemed to catch fire. She could feel every part of him at once - his arms cradling her shoulders, his hands in her hair, Severus� long, elegant fingers pulling on the thick curls as his thumbs rubbed the tender skin behind her ears. Below her hips, she felt his hard, insistent length as It swelled underneath her damp center.

�We can�t�� she began to moan as the effects took her will hostage. Hermione could no longer think WHY they shouldn�t do what they were doing. All she could concentrate on was the feeling of her nipples as they brushed against his chest through their clothes.

�Shhh�� Severus comforted, his tongue slipping between her lips to lap at her teeth. Obediently, they parted, and she breathed in more of the aphrodisiac with a moan.

He lowered them to the floor, her thighs cradling his knee against her tender center. Gently, he pressed, listening to her low mewls of encouragement. She rose against him, rubbing against his leg. All that she could think was that it felt good. Hermione brought her hands to his chest to burrow under his shirt. She could feel the muscles of his chest, not bulging, but there. His slim, lanky form owning not an ounce of spare flesh. Under her fingertips, his nipples hardened into tiny pebbles to be rubbed and explored.

Impatiently, she pulled her hands out to rest on the soft linen of his shirt. Then, without warning, she parted the shirt, ripping the wooden buttons from their holes. Hermione slid lower, then took one hard male nipple in her mouth. Alternately lapping, then biting, she drove him on.

Severus rolled over, pulling her on top. Then, he began to undress her until she was left straddled across his thighs in nothing but her slip and panties. He shuddered as the warm moisture of her womanhood cradled him, and knew that he had to take back control.

Deftly, he captured her hands and pulled them behind her back. Holding them with one hand, he grabbed his wand and cast a binding charm, trapping them so that she could not touch him. Then, his hands were on her breasts, his knees bent to support her back. With another flick of the wand, they were both naked to the other�s hungry gaze.

Hermione blushed, confused, yet unable to think clearly. Her entire being existed in a dream-like sensual fog. She couldn�t think, couldn�t judge, couldn�t say no as his hands glided over her skin. Her chest rose and fell under his gaze, pushed out by the way that she was tied. She could feel him underneath her, silken steel nestled between her lips, parting the dewy petals until his head pressed firmly against her nub.

It just made her hungrier for him. She rubbed lightly, closing her eyes against the sensation that came. �Professor!� She whimpered.

�That�s right..� Severus moaned, �again.� He grasped her hips when she hesitated, moving her against him. �Do you like that, Hermione?�

She couldn�t answer him. The sensations that hit her body froze her tongue, making it impossible for her to think straight. She allowed him to lean her body down, and then cried out as his hot mouth surrounded her nipple. He laved at the pale skin under her breasts, running it around the tip until it crinkled into a painfully hard point, before finally moving to the other aroused peak.

Once again, Severus rolled, this time coming on top. Her hands were trapped below her ass, with her legs spread lewdly in front of him. He smirked, then ran kisses and sharp nips down her stomach, over her thick carpet, and finally to her tortured pink box. She was soaked, the glistening moisture shining over the swollen lips and completely covering her nub. With the first taste, he closed his eyes, enjoying the fresh, tangy honey that coated his tongue.

Hermione jolted, then called out as she came. Over and over, her body shook, powerless as he continued his torture. He was relentless, not stopping until she screamed loudly under him as she exploded a second time. Then, with a murmured �finite incantum� her hands were loose and he was poised at her entrance.

His mouth came down hard on hers, swallowing the cry as he tore through her barrier. She was so tight around him, still spasming from her release! He fought to hold back, to let her get accustomed to his size, and then, began to move slowly inside of her. Severus pulled her legs up to lock around his hips, his movements slow, yet determined as he ground against her clit. He could feel her body trembling, beginning the arduous journey once again as his rhythm picked up. Faster, deeper, and then shallow again, he didn�t give her enough to pick up the pattern.

Suddenly, he was beyond that, his mind a dark fog as she climaxed again, her walls shaking against his rod, strangling then releasing him in need. His lips tore over hers as he lost all control, swallowing her moans as he mined her moist depths. Harder, he pushed into her, savage when she melted into the floor. He didn�t let her retreat, his movements desperate as he pinned her body beneath his. Finally, with a cry, he shot into her, his cock twitching as it released his seed. He collapsed, his chin nuzzled into her neck, exhausted and spent when her hand began to rub circles over his lower back.

Neither noticed the fog dispersing, its power nullified by their act of desperation. And then, they were asleep, with no energy to do anything but kiss the other�s shoulder good night.

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The next day:

�Professor?� She woke up sore, nervous and unsure about how he would react.

�Severus, remember?� He murmured against her bare shoulder, groaning because nothing could be the same again.

�Professor� I have to get up.�

He shook his head, and then rolled off her. It was for the best, anyway. He was still her teacher. �I think that what happened here should stay between us, Miss Granger.�

�Um� Yeah.� Her face was red from embarrassment as she stood up, deftly grabbing her robe from the floor next to them. �I � Um� Oh God� I can�t talk about this!�

Severus� lips twitched, and then he nodded, in full agreement. �It happened, Miss Granger. Discussing it would only embarrass both of us.�

She grinned a bit, and then shook her head. �At least you don�t talk about Quidditch.�

Without giving him a chance to reply, she left, ducking into the bathroom once she was outside of his room.

Downstairs:

Ron Weasley groaned as his head lifted off the angular shoulder underneath. Smooth skin met his hand as he pushed against the person underneath him. Then, realizing that he was naked, he shot his pillow a horrified look and backed away. Equally horrified green eyes met his, and then both young men screamed as the memories came back.

Nearby, Ginny woke up, fully clothed, from where she had fallen asleep against the wall before the lust bomb exploded. Her head was leaning against the robed knee of the headmaster, who still slept through the chaos. She saw her brother and his best friend scrambling quickly away from each other and winced. She could guess what had happened. She closed her eyes against the horror of what she had witnessed, chanting over and over that it was only a bad dream�

In the kitchen:

Molly and Arthur sat at the table, drinking tea and staring shyly at Remus and Tonks across the table. All four adults kept staring, remembering the night before, and silently promising retribution on the red headed terrors that instigated the whole mess. They had already explored the house and seen everything - Ron and Harry entwined on the floor together, Ginny and Dumbledore asleep in the corner, Minerva and Moody sprawled across the dining room table, and Hermione and Severus collapsed in an exhausted heap on his bedroom floor.

Silently, they went about cleaning up, determined to pretend that NONE of this had happened, regardless of how much they had enjoyed themselves in their own little group. Afterward, they sat down for tea and breakfast, awaiting the chaotic aftermath that the twins had instigated, then wisely abandoned.

They didn�t have long to wait until Ron and Harry started screaming. With a sigh, they each reached down to their feet and picked up the sound proof earmuffs that they had earlier transfigured. Hell, it was embarrassing enough to live through the first time. They didn�t need the vocal reminders of the night��.

****Fin*****

I actually had a rather deeper plot line in my head when I started writing this. It was only supposed to be a prologue. Unfortunately, it turned into a one shot, and I�m not sure if I have the time to develop the bigger plot, anyway.

I have TRIED to keep in character with everyone, but. Well, heheh... Circumstances were a bit beyond my control. Keep in mind, that despite the subject matter, it was supposed to be a humor fic. Read/review and let me know if I succeeded.

Caliko
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