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Pleasure War	By : shsa0702 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16842 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. As much as I wish I did, JK Rowling (that wonderful genius) came up with it first. I make no monies of any sort.

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I was reading a couple of different stories when this thought came to me. Why not enhance the SS/HG passion with a little pleasure competition? :D

Warning: Lemons to follow. Lots and lots of yummy lemons.

Hermione sat in front of the fire in her favorite high wing backed chair correcting what had to be nearly her twentieth Transfiguration essay of the evening. Wanting to challenge her students, she had assigned a four foot essay on the fourth exception to Gamp's Law in magical Transfiguration, which stated that information is not subject to Transfiguration.

A lot of her students were having the most difficult time of grasping the concept that you couldn't make anything you can't understand. She was trying to relay the message to them that you couldn't just conjure books to learn anything you want; that would make learning and discovery pointless. However, most of the essays seemed to be a lot of generic answers, most of which continued to run through themselves throughout the essay and make them very difficult to discern from each other. It had gotten to the point where Hermione felt like she'd been reading the same page of a book for the last half hour.

Sighing, she pulled her glasses from her faces and pinched the bridge of her nose. She twisted her head from side to side, hoping to encourage blood flow, and grasped the stem of the wine glass that stood so invitingly next to her on the cherry wood side table. Taking a sip, she relished the refreshing round flavor of the deep red Merlot. She set the glass back down, and took a deep breath as she continued reading the next essay.

However, as soon as her quill touched the paper she heard the sound of the thick, wooden oak door swinging open. The telltale sound of the heavy, dragon hide boots across the flagstone entrance of their living quarters announced the arrival of her husband. Trying not to lose pace, she continued to keep her head down as she concentrated. The heavy footfalls softened as the boots met carpet. She heard the rustle of fabric as he discarded what she assumed was his heavy teaching robes. Trying to focus, she kept her eyes downward as the soft, padded footfalls drew nearer.

Suddenly, she felt his elegant, long fingered hands on the nape of her neck. As they started to rub deep circles, she let loose a breathy sigh of appreciation.

"Good evening love."

His deep baritone washed over her, and she couldn't help but smile. If only that man knew what power his voice held over her.

"Good evening yourself. How was your day?"

He continued to work his hands downward, using his thumbs to firmly rub away the tension that had seemed to build up over the last hour.

"Oh the usual," he murmured, "Nothing terribly exciting, unless you count the fact that those foolish first years manage to leave my laboratory relatively intact this afternoon."

"What an accomplishment," Hermione said through a smile.

She felt him rise behind him, and she proceeded to continue her grading. A moment later he reappeared, a glass of scotch in his right hand. He situated himself in front of her on the rug, sitting between her chair and the crackling fireplace behind him. He watched her for a moment as her eyes swept across the paper, her bottom lip reddening as she worried it between her teeth.

"Beautiful."

She glanced up at this, hearing a voice drop even lower to a deep, rumbling purr. Meeting his gaze, she saw the spark of lust in his eyes, his obsidian pools glittering almost dangerously.

She sighed, "I really can't Severus. I've got to get these essays graded, I really wanted to hand them out by the end of the week. I've got to stay focused."

He smirked, "By all means, keep grading. Who says that you must let yourself be distracted?"

She threw him a warning look as she breathed deeply, trying not to let the thought of just what kind of distraction he could be invade her mind.

She made it almost a full five minutes before he was on the move again. Stealthily, he rose from the carpet without a sound, and moved out of her sight. She heard the clink of him setting his glass down next to hers, and tried to concentrate.

She suddenly felt his hot breath on her neck where his hands hand been moments before, tracing a path down towards her collarbone. Her flesh prickled with pleasure as he worked his way downward, his lips meeting her skin and his hands following the path that this mouth traced on her shoulders. One hand worked its way towards her front, unbuttoning her blouse as the other slid the cotton off her shoulder.

She rolled her eyes, both in enjoyment and at his lack of discouragement within his advances.

What has put him in such a mood tonight?

Against her will, she shuffled forward and spun around to face him.

"Severus, as much as I enjoy the attention, it will have to wait."

Unexpectedly, he didn't appear put out. On the contrary, his eyes seemed to smolder with the challenge.

"My dear, who is to say you can't do both at once?" Again, his lips kissed her shoulder before nipping it softly. She suppressed a moan as he leaned down to whisper in her ear, "Why not mix a little work and play?"

He reached his other hand around again, continuing to undo the rest of the buttons on her blouse. He slid the shirt off of her completely, exposing her lacy black bra. Her breasts spilled over the cups as her breathing quickened, and any ideas of grading seemed to melt away as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back.

"Unless of course," he murmured, "you don't feel you're up to the challenge?"

At this, her eyes snapped open, a new kind of fire igniting within her.

"What do you mean 'up to the challenge'?"

He smirked downwards at her.

"My dear, if you don't think you can handle both the intellectual and physical stimulation simultaneously, then you should admit to such and let me have my way with you."

She quirked an eyebrow at him and crossed her arms, inadvertently giving him an even more delicious view of her creamy breasts spilling over the tight confines of lace.

"Let me get this straight…you think that I don't have the ability to concentrate if you are attempting to seduce me?"

At this, he smiled wickedly.

"Oh I don't doubt your ability of concentration, nor your determination for that matter. However, the skill with which you are up against may be a little…overwhelming for you. I assure you, if I was to pleasure you the only thing on your mind would be myself, along with what exactly I would be doing to you."

She snorted.

"I highly doubt that. However, if that was the case, that means I'm not the only one susceptible here. We've been together for nearly five years Severus." She grinned. "I know for a fact that whatever coherent thoughts you seem to have slide right out the door as soon as I touch that cock of yours."

He laughed. "My dear, if I was so presented with the task, I assure you I would not break focus."

"Is that a challenge Severus?"

He leaned back from the chair to stand upright and smirked. "Shall we bring this challenge with us into the bedroom?"

"I think we should take this challenge a bit further. If you really possess the skills that you claim you have, this should be no problem for you at all."

"And what exactly are you proposing?"

Hermione twisted around as she stood, turning to face him as she pulled her blouse back on over her shoulders.

"A secret pleasure war; a test to keep face in front of others while under the ministrations of others." She picked up her glass of wine, sipping on it thoughtfully. "We can use any methods we want to please the other, and it can be in whatever public setting we choose. However, the pleasurer can not reveal him or herself to others. "

"Alright," he smirked, "But if the one being pleasured chooses to let herself be exposed either through sound or physical expression, we can't have any sore losers."

She met his gaze, firey passion mingling with a competitive glint.

"Deal, we'll start tomorrow."

He moved towards her, wrapping his arms around her body until she was flush against him.

"But until then witch," he growled, "you're mine."

She moaned as his lips met hers, and he led them towards the bedroom.

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