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Change of Place	By : shsa0702 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3118 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing. J K J. K. Rowling is the ultimate creator of the Harry Potter universe...I just try to tag along when I can. I make no money. I just stare longingly at her millions.

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This little plot bunny hunted me down as I find that my new apartment is very drafty. Kind of the opposite of being too hot, but what do you do. :S As I said before, reviews help feed this poor college student by staving my hunger. Thanks!

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“It’s too bloody hot in this insufferable tower! I’m going tomorrow to Minerva to let her know that we are moving back down to the dungeons!”

Hermione and Severus Snape were seated across from each other, Hermione in a plush armchair and Severus in a leather wingback, each with a stack of papers beside them. It was evening at Hogwarts, and they had settled down in order to attempt to downsize their grading workloads. Severus was currently occupied with 4th year papers on why sugar renders most potions ineffective, vigorously marking through each one in red ink.

Hermione, who was currently the Transfiguration professor, was grading 2^nd year essays on the difference between transfiguring inanimate objects versus animals. Carefully reading through each essay and offering constructive criticism, it was easy to see the severe difference between each grading style of choice.

“Severus, perhaps the reason you’re so warm in the first place is that you’re getting all worked up simply from grading.”

Severus grumbled audibly from across the room.

“I wouldn’t have to get so worked up if these students wouldn’t submit this mindless drivel. Honestly, ‘sugar renders them ineffective because they would cause the drinker to want to consume more’? It’s complete garbage!”

He carried on through, marking the paper with a giant red slash.

“I assure you woman, it’s not my temper that’s hot, it is this bloody tower.”

Hermione smiled as she reached down for another essay. Upon graduation from Hogwarts, Snape decided to step down from Headmaster, deciding that he was more comfortable in his element of potions. When McGonagall stepped up, that left an open spot, and Hermione was immediately offered the position of Transfiguration Professor.

It only took her first year at Hogwarts as a teacher to see him in a new light. With a newfound respect for each other, Severus accepted Hermione as his colleague and began treating her civilly. It didn’t take long for Hermione to discover the personality hiding behind the snarky remarks and the sharp tongue of Hogwart’s resident potions master. Before everyone else had known, they were married, and took up residence permanently at Hogwarts as the dual Professor Snapes.

However, after dealing with what seemed to be a permanent head cold from living down in the dungeons, Hermione insisted they move within the castle. Snape, grudgingly, was drug along. However, after residing in their new living arrangements for a mere month, he decided he had had enough.

“You know as well as I do that I’m right,” he grumbled, “Why would anyone want to live in a bloody tower anyway.”

“There are some perks you know,” Hermione grinned. “We’ve got a wonderful fresh breeze now.”

“That’s what fans are for.”

Hermione’s smile faltered, “We have a wonderful view from way up here. We can see for miles.”

“That’s what paintings are for.”

Hermione frowned, “At least we have our privacy way up here.”

At this Severus seemed to smirk, “My dear, I require neither tower nor dungeon to ensure my solitude.”

“Well,” Hermione said brusquely, “I’m sure you’ll find something up here that you like. We just need to give it a little time, that’s all. Oh Severus, you know I can’t stand those dungeons.”

Severus snorted as he picked up another paper, “My liking of these quarters is about as likely as a Weasley who doesn’t procreate.”

Hermione sighed as she went back to her grading. Nearly another half an hour passed by, accompanied by various negative remarks from one particular side of the room.

Neck aching from constantly reading papers, Hermione leaned back a bit and stretched. She snuck a glance over at Still in his customary black trousers, he had one leg crossed over the other with his ankle resting on his right knee, paper balanced precariously on his lap. He had actually shed the black overcoat and adorned a white button up, most likely due to the heat and only because it was just the two of them. He seemed to be deep in thought, tip of the quill held between his teeth and one eyebrow quirked as he read.

Sure he could be insufferable at times, but that’s what one the things that made him who he was. Hermione grinned lazily as she let her mind wander. His voice, no matter the tone it carried, was one of the things that had attracted her in the first place. His deep velvet tones, whether it carried an insult or an intellectual conversation, never failed to reduce her to a quivering mess. If only that man knew the kind of power he held over her with only his voice.

Realizing that she had started to drift off into daydreams, she snapped back to attention. Glancing at him to make sure he hadn’t noticed, she found him indeed staring at her with a smug look on his face.

“Is the heat getting to you my dear?”

She flushed, “It most certainly is not,” then grinning she said “I’m just enjoying all this wide open space that allows me to think.”

He rolled his eyes and once again took his quill to the paper. Suddenly, Hermione had an idea. Stretching once more, she leaned back, spreading her arms and groaning slightly.

“You know Severus, I think it is a little warm up here.”

He tilted his head up to offer a smirk, only to find that she had removed her cloak to reveal the v-neck she was wearing underneath. Skin tight and low cut; it offered a fantastic top view of the swell of her breasts.

She sighed, “That’s better.”

Severus however, seemed frozen in his tracks as he gazed her, her perfectly mounded breasts heaving up and down with each breath she took.

“Heat getting to you Severus?” She retorted.

“Not anymore than usual,” he grumbled as he went back to grading papers.

Smiling to herself, Hermione began to run the tip of her quill along the tops of her breasts, slowly moving it back and forth. This was not missed by Severus, who had taken to stealing quick glances at her between grading.

Leaning back, she slowly crossed her legs, allowing Severus to catch the smallest peek of red knickers underneath her skirt in doing so.

He swallowed hard, shifting uncomfortably as the front of his pants began to tighten. Glancing downwards once more, he tried to concentrate on grading. After fifteen minutes he was almost fully absorbed with grading once more when the sound of her voice brought his attention back to her.

“I think we could use something to eat to help cool us off. How about some fruit? Winky!”

The house elf appeared with a crack to the left of her, narrowly missing her stack of papers.

“Yes Mistress Snape? How may Winky be of service to you?”

“I was looking for a platter of fruit, preferably something cold and juicy. Do you have any strawberries in the kitchens?”

Winky nodded, her ears flapping back and forth, “Oh yes Mistress Snape! We have heaps and heaps of fresh strawberries! I is having a platter sent up for you and Master Snape right away.”

“Thank you Winky.”

Disappearing with a crack, it was only a moment later when a silver platter covered in a mountain of juicy red strawberries appeared on the side table next to Hermione.
“Oh they look delicious!”

She grabbed one off the top, and bit into it. Severus watched as she leaned her head back and moaned, “Oh Severus these are fantastic!”

She finished off the first, and grabbed a second. This time a bit of juice ran down her lip. In a trance, Severus crossed the room and kneeled down beside her.

“You missed some,” he rumbled, “just there.”

He leaned in, and her eyes closed as she felt his lips on hers. Gently, he began to suckle her bottom lip. She whimpered, and he nibbled before releasing it and leaning back.

Black eyes burning, he stared at her hungrily and growled, “My, they are sweet. Would you care for another?”

Hermione simply nodded, and parted her lips as Severus brought the plump berry to her mouth. Watching her pink tongue sneak out for a taste before hand, Severus swallowed audibly as he watched her.

Grinning, Hermione finished the strawberry and promptly went back to grading.

Staring at her in disbelief, realization dawned upon him as he finally caught on to her little game. He stood up and crossed the room, going back to his chair, unbuttoning his shirt along the way.

Sitting back down, he toed off his boots and socks. He then removed his shirt, slinging his legs across one arm of the chair and leaning his back against the other. He grabbed another essay, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Impatient that gaining a reaction was taking so long, Hermione glanced across the room to find him shirtless and posed in a way that she found incredibly sexy. He looked across the room at her and raised an eyebrow. Hermione reached down and began to remove her stockings, slowly rolling them down each leg as she went. Drawing her knee up to her chest to begin to remove the second one, he was offered another peek at her red knickers. Severus growled, he had had enough.

He motioned her over with the crook of his finger, and she sauntered over to him.

She grinned as he turned to sit facing her, and she straddled him.

“Enough of this teasing witch,” he growled as he tore off her shirt to reveal a matching red lacy bra. She smiled as she leaned over, giving him a perfect view of her breasts spilling over the lacy cups. “Not until you agree to stay in the tower,” she whispered in his ear.

He reached for her skirt, failing to give a response. Just before his hands could lift it, she grabbed them and held them in place.

“Not until you agree.”

“Tempting as you are, I’m sure I can resist if that’s what it takes to live in the dungeons.”

“We’ll see about that. If you don’t agree, you aren’t allowed to touch.”

“Fine,” he huffed. Placing his hands on either arm of the chair, he became absolutely still. Hermione grinned.

Reaching behind her she unclasped her bra, allowing it to hit the ground. Perfectly shaped, Severus could see that her dusky nipples were already erect, just begging to be teased. Flexing his fingers, he resisted as she continued.

Bringing her fingers to them herself, she moaned as she tweaked them, reflexively grinding against him slightly as she did so.

Severus gulped, desperate to remain still. Knowing that he was close to breaking, Hermione moved one hand from her nipple, and guided it down her skirt.

“Ohhhhh Severus,”she moaned, “I bet you would love to feel how wet I am.”

She closed her eyes and leaned her head back, allowing her chocolate curls to spill backwards. Breathing heavily, he shook his head, afraid that he would betray himself if he opened his mouth. Pulling her hand out of her skirt, she found her way to the straining bulge and began to gently rub back and forth.

“Your friend says otherwise,” she grinned.

He leaned his head back as he felt her caress him through his trousers, struggling not to buck up into her hand. She squeezed him ever so gently, and he groaned in surprise, his cock aching to be let free.

Reaching down with her other hand, she undid the zipper and his cock sprang forth. Standing, she backed up a ways from the chair and shimmied the skirt down her legs. His eyes followed as she slipped her fingers into the sides of her red lacy thong, and began to draw that down as well.

“On second thought,” she said, “It’s not quite that warm. I could very well leave these on, what do you think?”

With a strangled moan, she climbed back on top of him, clad only in her red thong this time. Reaching down, she began to slowly stroke him. Not being able to resist, he groaned as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

Smiling, Hermione leaned forward and, drawing her thong aside, positioning him as her moist entrance.

“Had enough?”

Unable to stand it any longer, he growled as he thrust himself up into her tight wet het, hissing as he entered her full force.

She cried out as she stretched around him, feeling him fill her completely. He began to thrust into her with a rapid pace, grabbing her hips and slamming her back down onto his cock. He wrapped one arm around her torso, and drew her nipple to his mouth, flicking it with his tongue and then gently biting down.

Arching her back, she cried out in both pain and pleasure, and hearing her he reached down and began to stroke her clit with his thumb.

“Ohhh Severus,” she cried, “you’re going to make me cum.”

“That’s right,” he murmured, feeling his own balls begin to tighten, “I want you to cum for me witch.”

Feeling her walls begin to flutter around him, he gently pinched her clit, sending her over the edge. He groaned out her name as he came, spilling his seed inside her as he buried himself all the way to the hilt.

Shuddering, he thrust weakly a few more times, trying to draw out the pleasure for himself as well as her.

Finally, leaning against him she looked up.

“See, I told you there were perks to living up here.”

He reached around and smacked her bottom.

“Insufferable witch.”
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