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Moments in time Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10373 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: It's probably isn't new day on the page, but it is 2:15AM here, and I have busy day tomorrow...so I'm posting this chapter now.
I do hope you gonna like it even if I still torture poor Sev - I promise not for long ;)
Poison

Deliberately being late on the breakfast and the first lecture, he managed to sit through three lectures, wondering if any of those so-called scientists would get passing grade at Hogwarts. These were not scientific break troughs, these were poorly written second year essays. Slipping off to an early lunch he decided to listen Minerva’s advice and venture in to the exploration of city, quite enjoying the city’s architecture and plenitude of odd buildings. Managing, at least briefly, to forget his predicament, Severus had surprisingly nice day which was oddity on its own.
Still in a good mood, he went to the dinner, choosing the same table as last night. Nice day swiftly turn to its descending path as familiar voice greeted him happily. She invited herself to be at his table. The audacity of the girl (!), she had the nerve to remind him that he gave her permission (!!!). Does she know to differentiate between invitation and sarcasm? At least she was dressed this time. Though, the dress didn’t hide much, in fact it emphasized plenty, but in an elegant and discreet way. Problem was, this dressed up she was even more appealing, reminding him on a precious gift, that should be unwrapped slowly.
She chatted about the day and he entertain himself with imagining how would it be to “unwrap” her. He replied to her questions almost automatically, without any forethought, and manage to land himself in quite unpleasant situation. “Next time listen to her, this is all yours fault.” He grumbled in his head, standing next to her in the elevator. Her room was on the fourth floor, small dining table and two chairs opposed king size bed with the sheets in soft lavender shade. Resisting the urge to close his eyes, he focused on the data in front of him.
Is she dead seat on torturing him? Does she have sadistic streak? His right side was tingling from shoulder to the toes in his boots. She is leaning on the table next to him, smelling so temptingly. The arch of her back curving in to a firm… ”Don’t go there, concentrate.” She plays with a damn quill, chewing on it. Every single time she moves a hand her breasts sway slightly, if he was just a fraction less experienced in controlling his appearances she would figure out that he is helping her with no brain involved in to the conversation, all his thoughts and senses battling to break his resolve. “Thank you for the war, thank you Albus, thank you Dark Lord, without your interests to play with my life I couldn’t go through this without making a fool out of myself.” He could not wait for them to finish, he nearly bolted out of the room.
Barging in to his room, toed the boots of the feet while still on the move, he didn’t make a pause until he reached the shower, hitting the cold handle forcefully. Cold water smashed at him, soaking his clothes. He was standing in his socks, jeans, boxer-shorts and black jumper feeling almost comically idiotic. Slamming the fist with full force at the wall, hissed at the pain, but continued to grind knuckles against the ornamental tiles.
Finally unstrapping his hand from the wall, he watched thin stream of blood flowing with the water.
- And I’m back to cold showers, some refuge this turn out to be. – sound of his own voice startled him. Working as a spy, living the life he did even before, he learned one thing fast – silence is imperative. No matter what is going on, no matter what you do – silence. But ever since…this…this witch…he was anything but silent. And her… anger flared while he was pulling off wet clothes letting it splash on the till floor. Did she even have an idea…? Probably not…
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Determined not to see her, he was even more late, slipping in the last row, some good fifteen minutes after the lecture started. It didn’t take him long to realize that lecturer was complete idiot “Dark Lord at least did us one favor, our first years know more about DADA then he does.” With newly gained respect toward the idiots he had to teach, he left the lecture.
Strong wind slammed the waves against the concrete walls of La Rambla del Mar sending a fine spray of sea water in to the air. Walking slowly down the promenade he crossed the small square to the broad avenue divided with island that was famous La Rambla. It was a cold day and small selling booths were deserted.[1] Only one stand was open, girl not older than 16, selling little glass witches.
- Buenas días señor. ¿Quieres comprar una Bruja de la suerte?[2] -
He looked at the girl, she was staring at him without fear, her eyes bright and smiling, even if she shivered against the wind. Girl had black eyes and dark almost black curly hair beneath wool hat. Closing the eyes for a moment battling the thought before even formed, approached her stand.
- Do you speak English? –
- A little. They will bring you luck. Each color different luck –
He smiled and looked at the plenitude of glass pendants in all colors, glanced at the girl
- How do I choose? –
- For you or others? –
- One for me and few for others. –
- Pick for you first. – smiled the girl, one fiery red witch caught his eye “I might as well get a hat with sign above it. That would be too much…too much…” finally he picked up one black figurine
- Ah, protects you good, this one. –
He took red and one green witch, having no idea what to do with them, but he felt good by making curly black haired girl happy. She slid each ornament on the round strip of leather and packed it separately. Suddenly loosing desire to walk he headed to the hotel.
The moment he was in the hotel, Granger rounded him, dragging him to the coffee, chatting about lectures. She squealed about the glass witches, and he offered her one. By his opinion, she was deserving so much more than a piece of glass on the leather string, but she was ecstatic, choosing the black bruja for herself and red one for him. Irony was not lost on him. Finally, she swindled him in to a promise that he will help her that night as well. His gaze constantly sliding towards the lip she chewed, wanting to kiss the molested part more than anything.
“I am her adviser, it’s my duty to guide her.” Mentally preparing himself for that evening he reminded himself, standing once again next to her in the elevator. For the first part of the evening they went through her presentation, working diligently. With no small amount of pride, he compared her lecture with what he heard so far, it was far too superior.
- You are prepared Miss Granger. Your presentation is the best I’ve heard here so far. You mentioned discovery today… - he finally relaxed, she was looking sinfully in the red jumper and black skirt but dead set on working, sitting across him.
- Yes! Gods, I almost forgot about that! I organized data the way you advised me and it was there, hidden. I would miss it without your help. – knock echoed through the room and she jumped – This is the desert, I hope you don’t mind I ordered it. They have the best vanilla cream here. – she bounced to the door and returned with a saucer full of bananas cut in half and bowl of yellowish cream. – Look at this… - she showed papers towards him.
Suddenly, he became wary. Something was amiss and he could not put his finger on it. Reading the complex equations and graphs movement caught his eye. She took one half of the banana and dipped it in to the cream. Pretending to be engrossed with data he carefully observed her under the heavy lids and tick row of eyelashes.
Her pink tongue peaked between parted lips, she licked the dripping cream from the length of the fruit she was holding in her hand. Small meticulous licks that caught every droplet. He crossed his legs, steering, reaching for empty paper and quill as a cover to the movement. Blood whistled in his ears, his eyesight fogged. She dipped fruit in to the bowl again “Don’t look! Don’t look! Don’t look!” panicked his brain. But his eyes continued to watch every move she made. “No, no, no! She won’t…bloody hell!!!”
He had a feeling that entire blood he had in his body pooled below his waist line. Hand scribbled furiously as he fought to maintain normal breathing. Hermione (when did he started calling her by her given name?) licked the banana in one long swipe and sucked the fruit in her mouth with juicy slurp. She sucked on bloody fruit like her life depends on it. His ears start to burn. Every controlled breath he took choked him. Finally, she released the fruit from her mouth with audible plop.
- What do you think? –
“I should go before I offer something else for you to suck on instead of banana.” – It has the potential. –
- I wanted to ask you, if I widen my research to that as well, would you be interested in joining in. –
“If you continue eating that banana…I joined Death Eaters for far less.” – Miss Granger, as I already told you… -
- Professor please, – she looked at him with puppy like eyes and dipped the fruit in to the cream again – think about it. –
- I will Miss Granger. – he squeezed as she started to suck on cream again, holding his eyes with her bright, slightly pleading gaze. – Well if we are finished… -
- Oh, but you didn’t try the desert. – she squeaked, placed her fruit on the small plate and took another dipping it in the cream and offering to him. One droplet started to fall and he placed his hand, instinctively, to protect the papers below.
- I don’t have much of a sweet tooth Miss Granger… -
- Your hand! – she picked up his hand and…”No! Don’t you dare you little…Merlin save me!!!” …she licked the cream from his palm. His insides crumbled, he could feel his painful erection leaking in his pants and desperately tried to bather the feeling
- Miss Granger, there is an invention called napkin. – “Thank you, Salazar.” His voice sounded mocking
- It is a shame to waste this cream. – she blinked
- May I get my hand back and a towel? – “Before I explode or rape you?”
- Sure, I’ll be right back, don’t go anywhere. – she jumped and padded to the toilet
“That is definitely not an issue.” Keeping a close eye on the toilet door he dipped the hand in his jeans, shifting his erection to more comfortable and hopefully less visible position. She appeared carrying towel, he took the towel, wiping his hands
- It is late Miss Granger, if we are finished here… -
- Professor…would you….will you…come to listen my presentation tomorrow? – she took his hand again, holding it for a while in her small palms, her lip was between her teeth. He slowly pulled his hand away
- It is my duty Miss Granger. – he stood up and walked to the door - I’ll see you tomorrow, good night Miss Granger. – “She is going to put me to my grave.”
Running to his room, decided half way down, that he made bad judgement call. Walking little less running with erection of the size and hardness of the beaters bat was a bad, bad idea.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Standing under the shower Severus tried to fight off the sleepiness. He didn’t sleep much that night, and nearly wank off himself raw, wondering what will give up first – his body or his heart. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her full lips sucking and licking bloody fruit, and he imagined how would it be if she did that to him. Her lips parting to…
His member tapped against his thigh and he moaned “Merlin, not again! Bloody hell, this is not happening! I am forty not fifteen. What have I ever done to deserve this?” huffed wrapping his hand around overly cheerful organ again “At least I advanced to the room, even if it was for one night.” This was starting to be tiring not to mention down right embarrassing. He tried not to think, working towards his fifth orgasm in less than ten hours, wondering if this…condition…is going to leave permanent damage.
Still mulling on the possible consequences, he dressed blindly. “Salazar, just let me live through the day”. He was drinking his second coffee when she turned up
-Professor, that color suits you. –
- I always wear…oh! – he had a white jumper Minerva gave him – Yes, this was…-
-…birthday present from Minerva. I know, I helped her choose it. – she smiled gently. Spots danced in front of his eyes, if he thought that tight dresses and short skirts looked good on her…what she was wearing today was just too…sexy. She had a common pearl white shirt and deep gray skirt, just below her knees with simple and elegant shoes on 6 inch heels. Her hair was in elegant bun, nested at the nape of her neck.
That day was no escape from her. On her presentation, she gave him a credit, diverting attention to him. During lunch and breaks, she was next to him, he started to dread the evening. Venturing to the toilet to cool down his face, rolling his sleeves and reveling in the feel of cold water, he felt overheated whole day.
- Wow, I like your ink. – a muggle girl with eccentric hair color smiled at him. He nodded shortly cursing the muggles and their idea of unisex toilets. – Are you a guest? I think I’ve seen you in the hotel. –
- Pardon me Miss. – hissed rolling down the sleeves
- Hey wait, where can I get one of those, that is really mighty ink work. –
- You can’t, not anymore. – squeezed, unconsciously grabbing his left forearm.
- Professor… - Hermione barged in to the toilet, tossed a glance to him then to the girl
- Professor, niceeeee. – girl whistled and he could swear that Hermione growled at her “I’m too tired, I’m seeing things.”
- Professor, we are waiting for you. – she grabbed his hand and pulled him out, dragging him towards the staircases
- Miss Granger, where are we going? – she stopped
- Well, we might still join them, but they decided it will be fun to go to the striptease bar. I am personally not for something like that, and I wager you are not either. However, I have in my room Tequila so good it is to die for, if you don’t mind sharing a shot or two with me. –
- I… - her room sounded inviting considering the option, Tequila was certainly welcomed, but experience from previous nights…he was at the end of his strengths.
- What can be wrong in that Professor? These were four tiring days; little nightcap won’t harm you. –
“The whole bottle won’t harm me.” – I suppose it is… - she smiled around her head – Miss Granger, why do we use the stairs? –
- Yoshi and Babet are stuck in the elevator. –
- Shouldn’t we inform someone to rescue them? –
- I don’t think they want to be rescued, they are both here with their teams and share rooms. – she smiled – Honestly, I believe they are “stuck” on purpose. –
Threading behind her, doing his best not to notice the sway of her hips “As if that is possible.” wondered what the hell is wrong with him, why he just can’t say “no” and walk away “She is the poison and there is no antidote. Severus, face it, you are sucker for pain.” Like he didn’t know that before…

[1] I don’t really know how LaRambla looks like in the winter time, so this is as well bend it to fit the story.
[2] Good day, Sir. Do you want to buy one Lucky witch? – rough translation, my Spanish is bit rusty so I hope I get the sentence on Spanish right too ;)
I have a history with this song, and I'm very fond of it ;)
Poison – Alice Cooper
Your cruel device,
Your blood like ice.
One look could kill,
My pain, your thrill.
I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains.
Your mouth, so hot
Your web, I'm caught
Your skin, so wet
Black lace on sweat
I hear you callin and it's needles and pins (and pins)
I wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name
Don't wanna touch you, but you're under my skin (deep in)
I wanna kiss you, but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison
One look (one look), could kill (could kill),
My pain, your thrill.
I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I want it too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison
You're poison runnin through my veins
You're poison, I don't wanna break these chains
Poison
I wanna love you, but I better not touch (don't touch)
I wanna hold you, but my senses tell me to stop
I wanna kiss you, but I wanna too much (too much)
I wanna taste you, but your lips are venomous poison
Yeah
Well I don't wanna break these chains
Poison
Runnin deep inside my veins
Burnin deep inside my veins
Poison
I don't wanna break these chains
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