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Master of the Senses	By : shsa0702 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 29781 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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I am still here, I promise.

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Getting ready on Monday presented Hermione with a renewed sense of vigor as she now knew what awaited her come the weekend. She couldn’t help but to take just a bit more care as she got dressed, considering what she wore beneath her robes despite the fact that Snape would not have a chance to view it due to the calendar restrictions of their relationship.

This however seemed to make it all the more enticing, almost as if knowing that she was in the business of tempting Snape with only being able to look with his eyes and not with his hands.

Hermione glanced once more in the mirror, earning a quipped ‘Well that is tempting dear’ from the floor length looking glass before donning her work robes. Underneath she opted for a tighter cream colored blouse that made her breasts appear exceptionally perky with a pair of form fitting slacks.

She still aimed for practicality as she tied her hair up into a high ponytail, but did not fight the few soft ringlets that escaped as she finished her look. She arrived with five minutes to spare, this time not bothering to knock but simply opening the door and walking in confidently.

Snape was sitting at his desk, quill in hand as he purposefully finished a few notes before setting the quill down to glance in her direction.

“Good morning Miss Granger.”

He glanced towards her, looking her up and down as he rose from his desk. Snape, as always, was in his customary black teaching robes. It appeared to Hermione that while the dynamic of their relationship had certainly progressed, some things never ceased to change.

“Good morning Master Snape”.

Hermione couldn’t help the grin that spread across her face, remembering what had occurred over the weekend and knowing a repeat of that event lay in her near future.

Snape raised his characteristic eyebrow, but did not speak to her peculiar sense of mirth she seemed to have acquired so early in the morning.

He walked around his desk, coming forward to meet her.

“Today we will be continuing our foray into the education of broadening your knowledge of potions through the use of your senses. Perhaps you have an idea of what direction we will be headed towards?”

Quick as ever, Hermione did a quick recap of their previous lessons.

“Well I know for the first few weeks we’ve covered hearing and sight, and most recently we’ve worked on the sense of smell. I’m guessing today will start with either the sense of taste, or perhaps touch?”

Snape smirked.

“Very thorough Miss Granger and correct as usual. We will in fact be moving on to the sense of taste today.”

Hermione smiled at the near compliment, and when Snape held out the blindfold she reached for it without hesitation.

However, this time Snape drew it back slightly and stepped behind her to softly wrap the cloth around her head and secure it firmly beneath her ponytail. Moving forward, he slipped his warm hand into her and drew her towards what Hermione was now familiar with as being the front of the classroom.

“Let’s begin with accessing your prior knowledge. Tell me Miss Granger, what do you already know about the sense of taste?”

“Taste is a sense we experience orally, particularly through the use of our taste buds. There are four generally recognized tastes that we experience, including sweet, sour, bitter, or salty. Some also believe there may be a fifth taste which is referred to as umami.”

There was a slight pause, and they stopped moving forward as they reached their work station.

“Textbook as ever, yes you are technically correct. However, we know that there is so much more to taste than just the buds on our tongue.”

Here she felt Snape move closer and swore his voice grew slightly more aggressive.

“When we eat an apple there is a crisp bite to it, we expect a certain aroma when we drink coffee, and when we bite into a peach the flesh is soft….tender.”

Snape began to circle around her, and Hermione could hear his voice change proximity as he began to move.

“It is more than just a product of our taste buds sending signals to our brain, it is an experience. Our knowledge and preferences with taste may be predetermined based on genetics, but some are fluid depending on age and…experience.”

Although it was only shortly after 9 o’clock in the morning, Hermione could feel the blood rushing through her veins as her body became warm to his words.

She shuddered as she remembered the particular flavor of him on her tongue, musky with a slight saltiness that together exuded masculinity. She took a deep breath, trying to clear her mind and senses of those particular thoughts.

His voice became softer here, almost like a murmur.

“Some tastes are preferred, others may have an aversion to certain flavors, and some particular tastes of course may be…acquired.”

Hermione found herself having to focus exceptionally hard now on the content of the words Snape was saying instead of picturing their rather vigorous activities.

There was a pause, and she could hear that his nearly silent footsteps had ceased.

“Would you like to begin tasting, Miss Granger?”

She felt her breath hitch, struggling hard to keep her mind on the lesson. How on earth had he gotten to her so soon already? Wasn’t this an itch she had already scratched over the weekend?

“In order to keep you from gaining any information using your sense of touch, I will…place the items in your mouth.”

Hermione felt her eyebrows raise, but could understand the logic behind his actions.

“We will begin with ingredient identification, just to get you used to the process before we challenge your mind a bit further. Are you ready?”

She nodded, feeling the blindfold tighten as her head tilted downward momentarily.

“Open your mouth Hermione.”

Feeling a bit foolish, she opened her mouth and tried not to be acutely aware of how silly she must appear with her mouth hanging slightly agape.

She felt the drop of something hit her tongue, and was instantly hit with a full-flavored sweetness. Having been raised in a household of dentists, this wasn’t a flavor Hermione was generally accustomed to.

“Butterscotch.” Hermione said with a bit of distaste as she continued to rub her tongue along the roof of her mouth, trying to get nearly sickly sweetness to dissipate.

She could’ve sworn she heard Snape chuckle.

“That was a fairly quick assessment, not a taste I take is customary for you?”

Hermione smiled. “Not particularly. A bit too sweet I’m afraid.”

“Fair enough. Let’s try the next one.”

The bite he placed in her mouth was small but fibrous, and Hermione was surprised that she had to chew the slight morsel. It was earthy and sweet with a heady quality, and if Hermione’s eyes had been open she would have felt them droop slightly from her relaxed state.

“Well?”

As Hermione finished, she was hesitant in her guess.

“Is this….Valerian root?”

“You are correct, what gave it away?”

Hermione ran her tongue along each side of her lips, licking them and trying to discern what exactly about the taste helped her determine what it was.

“It has…a slight sedative property. Valerian is sweet, but in an earthy sort of way.”

“Very good Miss Granger. Now the last ingredient in this set I’m afraid for a lack of a better word…”

Snape cleared his throat with a rather uncharacteristic sense of discomfort.

“This one may not be swallowed.”

Hermione pursed her lips in an attempt not to smile foolishly.

“So I must spit it out?”

“Yes.”

She felt a small vial placed into her right hand, and Hermione let out a small chuckle. She just couldn’t help herself as her next thought came tumbling from her lips involuntarily.

“Odd that you would request I spit instead of swallow.”

Without missing a beat, Hermione felt a gentle swat on her behind and a playful growl.

“You would do well to recall what day it is Miss Granger and keep your salacious sense of humor in check.”

Still grinning, Hermione opened her mouth dutifully and felt a thick liquid deposited upon her tongue.

Instantly she could feel the magical properties as she ran her tongue along the solution, a heaviness that bordered on the same drowsiness that the Valerian root had generated. This liquid however had none of the noted sweetness of the Valerian roots, nor the earthiness. This one was slightly bitter and tasted faintly of wood.

As delicately as she could, she spit the juice out into the vial, making sure to include every last drop from her mouth.

The vial was gently retrieved from her hand, and Hermione noted the starchy aftertaste still resonating in her mouth.

“Thoughts, Miss Granger?”

Hermione rolled her tongue around her mouth, trying to ascertain any clues she could note from the lingering aftertaste in her mouth. Focusing her mind, she tried to tie together both the viscosity of the liquid as well as the woody notes she received from it. It wasn’t the taste so much as the aroma that elicited a memory from her, one particularly from her sixth year potions class.

She had been having the most difficult time brewing this particular potion to standard which was probably what made this memory stand out so strongly in particular.

The sopophorous bean was proving very difficult to cut up. Harry turned to Hermione.

“Can I borrow your silver knife?”

She nodded impatiently, not taking her eyes off her potion, which was still deep purple, though according to the book ought to be turning a light shade of lilac by now.

Harry crushed his bean with the flat side of the dagger. To his astonishment, it immediately exuded so much juice he was amazed the shriveled bean could have held it all…

Her frustration was so easy to recall, as was the irritation she felt with the small, pearly-white bean.

“This is sopophorous juice.”

“If it is indeed so, why then would you be required to spit it out?”

Hermione was shocked that he had trusted her so explicitly, or perhaps that he had trusted her to trust him.

“If consumed neat, it can cause the drinker to lose their memories."

She could at this point hear Snape's subtle breaths, indicating he was close to her.

"That is true Miss Granger, although an amount small as that would only cause the drinker to lose the last few days at best. Invaluable however, considering utilizing your memories is how you arrived at this particular answer in the first place."

Hermione felt a sense of surprise; Sluhgorn had been the one instructing that class, not Snape. Hermione ripped off the blindfold, finding Snape's black depths peering at her with amused curiosity.

"But how did you know?" Hermione felt an exasperation not unlike the experience with the sopophorous bean.

"Word traveled fast around Hogwarts in those days, especially with anything involving the Golden Trio. It especially piqued my curiosity when I found out it was done using a method of my own invention."

Hermione faltered, remembering when they had discovered that Snape was indeed the Half-Blood Prince. Her exasperation faded slightly as she realized Harry had only done so well because he had Snape's personalized book assisting him.

Her expression softened, "Those notes were brilliant."

Snape's cheeks tinged a slight pink at the unexpected compliment.

"Yes, well your process here is a direct indication of how taste is the equivalent of experience. There is much to be examined and considered than what we find solely upon the surface. For example, now that we know all three ingredients that you have sampled, which potion do they belong to?"

"The Draught of The Living Death."

Snape nodded once and stepped closer to her. Hermione felt her body beginning to tingle at his closeness, and he reached for her hand only to softly grab the blindfold still within its grasp.

He held it up in between them, tilting his head slightly to indicate whether they should proceed.

Torn between wanting to remain close to him or to continue, Hermione resolutely turned away and he secured the blindfold once more.

They continued in the same fashion, Snape offering small samples of ingredients and Hermione identifying each one. The series of ingredients would belong to one particular potion, and twice they halted the process to brew the particular potion in question.

It was late afternoon when Hermione was sampling yet another ingredient when she became a bit quick to the draw and closed her mouth before Snape had a chance to draw his hand back.

Having pressed the bit of the Thaumatagoria upon her tongue, Hermione caught his pointer finger before he had time to draw it back.

Instinctually she began to suckle, searching for the taste with which to identify the ingredient before she realized she was indeed tasting him.

Snape breathed in sharply in surprise but did not in fact withdraw his hand. After hesitating a moment, Hermione's mouth popped open in surprise but Snape drew himself closer, placing his other hand along her cheek and encouraging her to continue.

Realizing now what had been placed in her mouth, Hermione suckled again with a renewed vigor, releasing him for a moment to softly stroke the underside of his finger with her tongue.

Whether it was from the ingredient she had most recently ingested or her own self desires, Hermione felt a sense of boldness rush through her and increased her ministrations.

She circled the digit once more before drawing it completely into her mouth, mimicking what she would like to do with another similarly shaped extension of his anatomy.

She began to bob her head lightly, and Snape couldn't help but coarsely groan on his next exhalation. He felt her lips smile around his finger and knew he needed to pull back now before he would no longer be able to.

Pulling both his hands back, he placed them upon her wrists that had now encircled his waist.

"As enthusiastic as your methods are Miss Granger," Hermione could hear Snape attempting resolutely to keep his breathing in check, "We must remain on course for your learning."

Hermione moved closer, molding her body to his and brushing against the rock hard length barely concealed within his robes.

Sight still encircled by the blindfold, she leaned forward to whisper in his ear.

"I agree. I would love to explore this taste further, there is so much to learn…"

Gently, she licked the outer shell of his ear and moved one of her hands to palm his impressive length against his robes.

"Perhaps I could taste this next?"

Snape knew that her actions were encouraged by the Thaumatagoria, her voice breathy and warm against him, and it took everything in his power to draw back from her.

"Saturday."

Hermione raised her eyebrows in surprise at his resolve. She squeezed his length once more, sliding her hand along him. This earned a groan from Snape and another grin from Hermione.

"I should dock you points for failing to follow instructions, Miss Granger."

Hermione murmured through her smirk, "Perhaps I can make those points up another way…"

She knelt down, reaching with both hands to undo the clasp on the front of his slacks. She relied solely upon her sense of touch as she remained blindfolded, and when Snape glanced down as his cock sprung forward he groaned at the sight of her.

Mouth open, her cheeks were flushed and stood out starkly against the dark fabric of the blindfold. Kneeling before him in her work robes, the top button had come undone and he could see the tops of her breasts peeking out of her blouse.

He could feel her warm breath mere centimeters away from engulfing him in the liquid heat of her mouth. Just as she was about to move forward, he placed his hands alongside her cheeks and held her back.

"Hermione, wait. The contract." He growled and increased his grasp on her face ever so slightly.

"It wasn't just a piece of paper. That damnable parchment is a failsafe to ensure that we...that I give your education the proper attention it deserves."

Hermione stopped short and reached up to rip the blindfold off. Brown eyes burning with lust, she looked up at him with confusion.

“What do you mean Severus?”

Grabbing her by the shoulders he guided her to stand before him, feeling rather foolish with his cock bobbing about between them now.

“It means that if you and I were to void the contract we agreed to over our last…weekend together, it would render the contract I have signed with your Trade school null and void.”

Hermione retained her confused expression.

“But how can that be without your consent and signature?”

Snape sighed, understanding now her confusion originated from her Muggleborn viewpoint.

“Contracts in the wizarding world are not the same as the Muggle world, Miss Granger, when a contract is drawn up or signed it not only retains the signature or penmanship from the author. It also preserves the magical signature of the entity who has written upon the document. You and I are bound not only by our honor on paper, but through our magical signature as well.”

Hermione’s face adopted a look of slow understanding. “So if we void the contract dictating our calendar schedule…”

“It will automatically negate the contract I signed with the Potions and Apothecary and Trade School regarding my status as your cooperating teacher.” Snape finished.

Hermione appeared to be working through her muddled thoughts for a moment, glancing downward. “So…clearly we’ve engaged in some rather…inappropriate activities. Where exactly was this line drawn when you thought yourself to be so…chivalrous?”

Snape’s face became a bit more relaxed. “I was mindful that many of our educational requirements would require contact between us and perhaps even close physical proximity as we’ve demonstrated in the last few weeks.”

Hermione nodded slowly in agreement. “It would be hard to do lessons lacking a sense of sight without your guidance.”

He continued, “However, if you and I were to see any of these activities to…completion, I had presumed that would be clearly defined as inappropriate.”

It was Hermione’s turn now to raise any eyebrow. “So we can still touch, still interact, but we can not…finish?”

“We should not be engaging in anything that would lead us towards that outcome in the first place, Miss Granger.” Snape muttered gruffly.

Hermione grinned as she slowly snuck her hand between them, “So nothing like…this?” She wrapped her fingers tightly around him as he inhaled sharply.

“Miss Granger, although we’ve engaged rather recently in such activities,” Hermione gave him another gentle squeeze and he groaned, “I remind you to consider what is at stake here. Are you truly willing to risk all of the work you’ve put in thus far?”

Hermione drew back, and he could see her calculating look through hazy eyes.

Understanding her inability to focus due to the most recent ingredient she had ingested, he was impressed that she retained the ability to reason at all through their conversation. Reaching deep into his coat pocket, he pulled out a vial containing peppermint extract and unstoppered it with his thumb.

Almost instantaneously the haze cleared from her eyes and she blinked. Then she flushed with embarrassment as her mind became sharp and focused once more.

“I’m so sorry sir, I’m not sure what came over me.” She released her hand almost immediately and took a step back. “Of…of course we…I should remain aware of why I am here in the first place.”

Snape discreetly tucked himself back into his slack, fastening the buckle as Hermione buttoned the top of her robes.

“There is no need to apologize, Miss Granger, this is exactly why I put the binding nature of the contract into place. There is a certain…risk that comes with working with such ingredients in this particular line of magic. We must be aware of the effects it can have upon an already…heated situation.”

Hermione met his gaze and could see his eyes burning into her.

“Perhaps we should take a short break, separate from each other and return tomorrow?”

Hermione let out a sigh of relief.

“Yes sir, that would seem most appropriate.”

Snape nodded, indicating her dismissal as he turned back to gather the ingredients upon the table.

~***~

As Hermione lay in bed that night after a long shower and hot meal, she thought to herself about the nature of their adherence to the contract.

It seemed that as her education had progressed, so had the enticing nature of their relationship. Hermione was both relieved and excited to know that it had not all been simply in her head.

Her face flushed as she recalled the forwardness she felt with her advances towards Snape. Was it simply the Thaumatagoria, or was there something deeper drawing her to him?

Had Snape insisted on the contract because he couldn’t trust her, or couldn’t trust himself?

Mind swimming with questions, she tucked the quilt around her as she turned into her bed, eager for sleep to pass as it would draw her one more day closer to Saturday.

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