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Chapter Twelve: A Dinner First

They give you fever

When you kiss them

Fever if you live and learn

Fever! 'till you sizzle

What a lovely way to burn

Hermione finished tying the sash at her waist as she was walking down the hall towards the bathroom. She was smiling and humming softly, the hard wood floors cold against the bottoms of her feet. As she neared the bathroom door she could smell the spicy scent of his toiletries wafting down the hall. She was surprised to find the door open, Severus was a very private man and other than those moments when they were making out (as juvenile as that sounds) she had not seen him in a disheveled state since he recovered.

She peeked around the doorframe to find him standing in front of the sink, his wet hair tied back and the lower half of his face covered in shaving foam. He was shirtless and barefoot, his trousers unfastened and only half zipped. She could see droplets of water from the shower still clinging to the silky black hair smattered across his chest. It was strange to watch him at such a personal ritual, but it made her feel special that he left the door open, as though he wished to share it with her. It was intimate.

�You have the worst habit of lurking in doorways, Hermione,� he said, arching his throat and scraping the straight edge over the bristled skin.

�I don�t mean to,� she said, stepping inside, �I tend to lose track of what I am doing when I see you.� She insinuated herself between him and the sink, leaning against the cabinet in which the basin was housed. She smiled and rose up to kiss his lips lightly.

�You have shaving foam on your chin,� he said, wiping it away with the back of his index finger.

�I don�t mind�may I?� She asked, gesturing towards the blade in his hand.

�Do you have any idea what you are doing?� He asked, eyeing her quizzically.

�You know that I do,� she said, taking the blade from him. �I shaved you every day for two months when you were recovering�remember?� She nudged his chin up and carefully, expertly cleared his skin of whiskers and foam.

�I do,� he said, turning his head at her direction while she shaved him. �Not a single nick.�

�I was far too frightened of you to ever dare cutting you,� she laughed.

�You�ve never been frightened of me a day in your life,� he scoffed, pressing his lips tightly together while she shaved below his nose.

�Not true, I simply recognized early on that if I showed you my fear you would use it to intimidate me,� she laid the razor on the countertop and reached for a small towel to wipe away the remaining traces of foam.

�Do I frighten you now?� He asked as she gently stroked the towel over his skin.

�Not in any physical way, you would not harm me, I am confident in that,� she said thoughtfully. �No, you frighten me not because of what you might do to my person, but what you might do to my heart.� She smiled softly and lowered the towel. �You are very handsome.�

�You are a liar,� he smirked.

�Beauty is in the eye of the beholder,� she countered, tossing the towel aside. �I think you are quite handsome�and rather sexy.�

�Cheeky witch,� he murmured with a bemused expression. �You look lovely,� he said, his eyes taking in the details of the knit, aqua colored dress. The neckline was deep and her breasts were pushed together in the most delightful way. He had a particular fondness for her breasts and found her sensitivity to his touch to be addictive. Every thing about her was addictive, the way she fed his need and accepted his care. Though she still attempted to entice him into more at every turn, begging for him to take her. But he knew that it was the wrong time and would not rush it.

�I hoped that you would like it,� she said, blushing slightly beneath his praise. �Thank you for coming, it will mean a lot to Harry.� She had been persistent in her request that he come to Harry and Ginny�s engagement party and while it took her two weeks to accomplish it, she finally got him to agree to go.

�I�m not going for him. I don�t care about betrothals or weddings, nor do I give a rats arse about Potter,� he laid his hand against her cheek; �I go for you.�

�It means a lot to me that you are coming,� she answered. �I know that social engagements make you uncomfortable, as well as the speculation.� They had been on the receiving end of more than one inappropriate query and the subject of sordid rumor.

�This time their speculation is true,� he said softly, staring at her lips.

�They don�t know that,� she said.

�No, they don�t,� he said, pursing his lips thoughtfully. �How do you feel about that?�

�While I would love to scream how I feel about you from the rooftops I have to think sensibly,� she sighed, �we share a home, we are unmarried and while they can speculate all they wish they have no proof of anything. While I think it narrow minded and ridiculously old fashioned, our society expects certain things of its educators. Living in sin is not one of them.�

�Do you think what we do is sinful, Hermione?� he asked curious of her wording.

�No, not at all,� she smiled. �It feels heavenly, if a bit one sided in the pleasure department.�

�Not one sided at all, my dear, I am not complaining,� he drawled, his fingertips gliding along the side of her neck and over the swells of her breasts to trace the line of her cleavage.

�You never�um�I mean, this is the most undressed I�ve seen you since I took care of you and you never�erm�finish.� Her face was on fire and she frowned when he chuckled.

�You need to learn patience, it�s never been a strong point for you,� he said. His fingers slid over her cleavage, enjoying the feel of her smooth skin.

�You�re training me to your touch, aren�t you?� She asked softly.

�Have you been reading better resource material?� He asked.

�Yes, I understand things more now. You were right, my research was sorely lacking and not at all focused in what I truly want or need,� she couldn�t stop herself from looking him over. He was tall and lean, built like a swimmer or a long distance runner with tight, ropey muscles in his arms and shoulders and a firm stomach. He looked much better than he had the last time she had seen him this unclothed.

�I�m glad you are seeing things more clearly,� he said, watching the way her eyes moved over him hungrily. �And yes, I am training you to my touch. I want you to reach a point where you accept my touch, any where, any time, without hesitance.�

�I like it when you touch me,� she breathed, her hands fisting at her sides.

�You want to touch me, don�t you?� He could read her body language easily enough. �Go ahead.�

She hesitated for a moment, as if she didn�t quite believe him and then reached behind his head to let his hair free of the elastic band that held it back. She ran her fingers through the damp strands, rubbing them between her fingers and twirling sections around his ears. She traced the silvered scars on his neck and shoulder then down, laying her hand flat against the center of his chest. His heart pounded against her palm. She watched her hands as they slid across his pectorals, her pink tipped nails rubbing over the flat copper disks of his nipples.

She threaded her fingers through the soft pelt of his chest hair, watching the curls wrap around her fingers. She followed the silky line of hair down the center of his abdomen, following the swirl around his belly button to where it arrowed into the open placket of his trousers. She pulled her lip between her teeth and looked up in question. She saw the spark of challenge in his eyes, daring her to continue. She laid her hand flat against his tummy, her fingers pointing down, and slowly slid it beneath his waist band. Her brows rose in surprise when she didn�t encounter any underwear, instead her fingers threaded through a thatch of curls and wrapped around the solid length of his cock for the first time.

�Oh,� she gasped as he pulsed and lengthened in her hand.

�Find what you wanted?� He asked with his brow arched high. Up till then she had only felt him through his clothing; she was shocked by the feel of him in her hand. He was thick, hot and steely hard beneath her fingers. She could feel his pulse through his vein covered length and squeezed gently, her stomach flipping when she heard his soft, pleasured grunt.

�I want you,� she whimpered, sliding her hand up his shaft to fondle the velvety tip.

�I think that it�s obvious that I feel the same,� he said thrusting into her hand slightly.

�We could stay home�or be late,� she offered hopefully.

�Oh no you don�t, you little minx, you are the maid of honor, you don�t get to skip out on the celebrations, especially since you have guilted me into coming with you,� he chuckled. �Besides, you know the rules, I will determine when we consummate this relationship, not you.�

�Yes, Severus,� she said pouting. Severus lowered his head and nipped at her protruding lower lip.

�Pouting will get you no where,� he said with mock sternness. �However, I understand your frustration.�

�I don�t think so, we are going to be with my friends for the first time since we began this, they are going to be chatting away and all I�ll be able to think about is you,� she sighed dramatically but had a little smirk on her lips.

�Oh I intend to make certain that you are thinking only of me.� His voice sounded somewhat sinister as he slipped his hands down to her hips and began gathering the skirt of her dress in his hands, slowly drawing it up until it was bunched around the tops of her thighs. �Hermione,� he said her name softly, his lips close to hers.

�Yes,� she rasped, her breathing ragged and her head spinning.

�You can let go of my cock now.� There was laughter in his voice when he said it. She gasped and released him reluctantly, sliding her hand from the front of his trousers. �Don�t fret; you�ll get to know him up close and personal very soon. But for now�let�s get rid of these pesky things, shall we?� He tucked his fingers into the sides of her underwear and dragged them down her hips slowly, bending slightly to take them to her ankles so she could step out of them.

He brought the aqua colored scrap of lace up between them, staring at the bit of underwear before looking back at her.

�Pretty,� he said before tossing them over his shoulder. �But completely un-necessary. I prefer you without the knickers.�

�Is that a request?� She asked, yelping when he suddenly grasped her around the waist and sat her on the counter, the cold porcelain of the basin a shock to her heated flesh.

�As a matter of fact, it is,� he said, stroking her thighs beneath the skirt. �When you are wearing trousers the underpants are permitted, but when you have on a dress I want easy access to you whenever I want you.�

�I thought you said you wouldn�t do anything in public,� she whimpered when raked his nails along the tops of her thighs.

�I said that I wouldn�t make demands on you in front of others, that I wouldn�t embarrass you, I never said that I wouldn�t play with you, Hermione,� he purred. �In fact, I have a little gift for you. I was going to wait to give it to you until later, but I think tonight might be a perfect opportunity to give it to you.�

�You don�t have to give me gifts, I just want you,� she said, her throat clogging with emotion.

�This gift benefits me as well,� he said. �Lean back against the mirror and place your feet on the edge.� He helped her lift her legs and position her feet. �Let your legs fall open�.that�s it.� He growled slightly when he pushed her skirt up and stared at the moist cleft between her legs. �Beautiful�now stay just like that, I�ll be right back.� He ran his tongue over his bottom lip as though longing to have a taste of her before he turned and left her on the bathroom sink in a salacious sprawl.

He had left her there for so long that she began to wonder if he were ever returning. Then he appeared, buttoned into his familiar black suit in a light summer linen fabric. He looked like a proper professor and she felt her pussy pulse as heat and arousal swept through her. He looked so authoritative, so powerful that it made her tremble. He carried a black box with silver runes etched into the top of it and placed it on the counter beside her.

�I think I should always make you sit this way for me, it�s quite stimulating,� he said as he lifted the lid off of the box and set it aside. She said nothing, supporting her body with her arms so that she didn�t fall into the sink. She was watching him as he lifted a string of beads from the box. They were medium sized, like the gumballs you get from a machine, glossy black and connected by an invisible string. Small silver runes were etched into them, four in all with a little black ring that he had hooked around his finger.

�W-what is..are those?� She asked, nervously wondering if they were what she thought they were.

�Pleasure beads, I have another set for you but you aren�t ready for those yet, I�ll gift them to you later,� he said, swinging the heavy beads back and forth on his finger. �These will be fine for now.�

�Pleasure beads?� She asked, brow furrowed as he smoothed his free hand along her inner thigh and pushed her leg outwards.

�I had them made, especially for you,� he said, withdrawing his wand from his sleeve and pressing the tip to the end of the beads. The runes glowed with a silvery light for a moment then went dark once more. The hand on the inside of her thigh slid higher and she nearly screamed when he ran the pad of his middle finger up between the slick folds of her sex.

�Oh my god, Severus!�

�I needed to check,� he smirked, rubbing his middle finger and thumb together, exploring her slickness. �Doesn�t appear that any additional preparations are needed.�

�Preparations? Severus, what are you�.OH!� With a whispered spell the balls pushed into her slippery channel one at a time, slow and easy until only the tiny ring remained outside her body, vanishing when the beads inside her were settled into place.

�There now, how do they feel?� He asked, tucking his wand back into his sleeve.

�Severus�oh�.um�I can�t believe�� She wriggled on the counter and the beads moved inside her, bumping against each other and sending tremors racing up her spine.

�I told you I would test your boundaries. Do you like your gift?� He asked, taking her hand and pulling her to her feet. She wavered and he had to wrap his arm around her waist to hold her steady.

�I�I�um�gods I can�t believe you�� Her eyes rolled back a little as the beads shifted inside her again, rolling against her sweet spot.

�I�m going to take that as a yes. Take a deep breath and get a hold of yourself, Hermione, you need to be composed in front of your friends,� he said.

�In front of my�oh, Severus, I can�t go with�with these inside me,� she said, eyes wide in panic.

�Yes, you can, and you will, because I want you to.� He cupped the side of her face and looked down at her. �You wouldn�t want to hurt my feelings by not accepting my gift would you?�

�What if�you won�t let me wear the panties, what if they f-fall out?� She whimpered.

�They won�t fall out, in fact they won�t come out unless I remove them, so don�t get it into your head to sneak off to the loo,� he said. �These are spelled to my magic, which means I can control them.�

�Control them? What do you mean�?� The beads inside her began to pulse and vibrate, rolling around inside her and stroking the sensitive walls of her vagina. Her knees buckled and she had to grab hold of his shoulders to keep from falling on the floor. Just as quickly as the torment began it ended and she only felt the sense of fullness. �My gods!�

�Clever, aren�t they?� He was impressed with his own inventiveness and thoroughly enjoyed the look of apprehension on her face.

�You can do that�whenever you want?� Her voice was cracking.

�Yes, I can,� he drawled. �We�re going to be late, get your shoes, Hermione; it�s rude to be late to a dinner party.�

~@~

�Stop fidgeting,� he said as they approached the Weasley�s dinner table. Hermione made a distressed noise under her breath and tried not to rub her thighs together.

�You don�t have a torture device stuck in your�orifice,� she bit out through clenched teeth. �Maybe you should try having some shoved in your backside, see how well you do.�

�Surely you aren�t getting an attitude with me?� He drawled darkly. �Trying to give me cause to introduce spanking already?� He pulled out a chair and watched her sit gingerly on the hard seat, whimpering slightly before he settled in beside her. �Just so you know, the other set of beads I mentioned earlier are for the backside, your backside to be exact,� he whispered, leaning over so that no one could hear. The long table in the Weasley�s crooked dining room was crowded, everyone sitting elbow to elbow with Arthur and Molly at either end. Severus found this to be rather convenient.

�I wasn�t�I don�t�I�m sorry,� she sighed and placed her napkin in her lap, bumping Severus�s elbow with hers as he did the same.

�Don�t apologize,� he said softly. �Pull your skirt up to the middle of your thighs.�

�What?� The surprise of his request had her speaking more loudly than she intended and brought curious glances their way.

�Do as I say, Hermione,� he said low, reaching for a bowl as it floated by and filling his plate. He felt her thigh brush against his as she did as he asked then brought her hands up to retrieve the desired dishes as they floated by. Severus reached beneath the table with his left hand, his fingertips dancing lightly along the top of her thigh to her knee where he slid his fingers along the sensitive crease at the back and pulled her leg up and draped it over his so that she was spread wide beneath the table and completely accessible to him.

�Severus, what are you doing?� She asked on a harsh whisper, nearly dropping the plate of chicken in her hands.

�Eat your dinner, Hermione,� he said, taking up his fork and tucking into his meal. He hated socializing with the Weasley clan but he could never complain about the food, Molly was a culinary genius on top of being a rather formidable witch when crossed. He figured that she wouldn�t approve of him and Hermione and wasn�t exactly looking forward to being on her bad side when she found out about them, whenever that may be.

Hermione frowned for a moment then turned her attention to her dinner and the chatter going on around the table. She jumped into the conversation, figuring it was another test of her willingness to go along with him no matter what he asked of her.

�So, Mione, you�ve been a busy bee lately.� Ginny was smiling at her and Hermione recognized the smug twist to her lips. Ginny was one of the only people who knew how she felt about Severus and had faithfully kept her secret, she had no idea that things had moved from fantasy to reality.

�Well, Severus has a large collection of items that needed to be unpacked and put away by hand and not magic, so it took us a bit longer to unpack and set the house to rights,� she answered.

�So, when will you be getting a place of your own?� Ron asked from a few seats down. He was extremely uncomfortable with the idea of her living with Severus, especially since she had been so adamant about not living with him when they were together.

�There is no hurry, Mr. Weasley, she is welcome to stay as long as she likes,� Severus drawled from beside her, his attention still on his food. At least it seemed that he was focused on his food, his hand was lightly kneading the inside of her thigh beneath the table.

�I would have thought she had driven you crazy by now, Professor.� George added from the other side of Severus.

�Not at all, she is the perfect housemate,� he said.

�But the rumors do nothing for her reputation.� Molly said, propping her elbow on the table and pointing her fork at Severus. �It�s not right for such a young witch to be living with an older wizard outside of marriage, you should know better, Severus.�

�You assume that I give any credence to public opinion, Molly, I assure you that I do not care one whit for what people say. The opinions of the perverted masses mean nothing,� he said.

�It means something when it comes to finding a decent husband!� Molly said shrilly.

�I�m not looking for a husband,� Hermione interjected. �I am perfectly�HAPPY�� Just as she was trying to finish her thought the beads inside her came to life and began moving, pulsing within her so that the last word came out as a bit of a scream. She felt Severus tighten his grip on her thigh and cleared her throat. �I am perfectly happy being single and living with Severus, people and their dirty minds be damned.�

�Young lady, Severus Snape is a bad influence on you!� Molly admonished. �You should be concerned when half of England�s wizarding population thinks you are his�plaything.�

�Anyone who makes assumptions without the facts is NOT�not someone I want to be associated with,� she said, swallowing hard and trying not to moan as the beads vibrated and rolled inside her. It wasn�t easy to maintain her composure as others commented.

�Seriously, Professor, doesn�t it bother you that people might think you are taking advantage of a young witch? A former student of yours?� George asked.

�No, it doesn�t.� Severus said, sipping his wine.

�But people might think that you were�you know, fooling around while she was a student,� Ron said, his brow furrowed as he stared at Hermione.

�Only an idiot would believe such drivel,� Severus scoffed, �Why are you discussing mine and Hermione�s relationship? Shouldn�t you be celebrating the bride and groom to be?�

�Mione, what�s wrong with you?� Ron asked, staring at the flushed and slightly sweaty witch curiously.

�N-nothing�too m-much pepper�OH!� She tried to cover up her exclamation with a cough, reaching for her glass of water and taking a long swallow of the ice cold liquid.

�Are you gonna be alright?� Harry asked.

�Yes�.OH YES�� she whimpered helplessly as Severus hooked his finger in the little ring and tugged the first bead free, then the next, sliding them between her nether-lips until they vibrated against her throbbing clit. She gripped the edge of the table tightly, her teeth grinding together as she fought the moan that built inside her as a fierce orgasm gripped her and she was forced to try and cover her trembling with a coughing fit.

�Sheesh, Mione, that must have been some pepper,� George said, eyes wide with concern as she slumped in her chair chugging her glass of iced water as if she were dying of thirst.

�She�s always pushing the limits and has to learn the hard way,� Severus smirked, vanishing the beads beneath the table and stroking her inner thigh soothingly. �She�ll learn, sooner or later when to back down.�

Fever by Peggy Lee

Never know how much I love you

Never know how much I care

When you put your arms around me

I get a fever that's so hard to bear

You give me fever

When you kiss me

Fever when you hold me tight

Fever! In the morning

Fever all through the night

Sun lights up the daytime

And moon lights up the night

I light up when you call my name

And you know I'm gonna treat you right

You give me fever

When you kiss me,

Fever when you hold me tight

Fever! In the morning

And fever all through the night

Everybody's got the fever

That is something you all know

Fever isn't such a new thing

Fever started long ago

Romeo loved Juliet

Juliet she felt the same

When he put his arms around her he said,

"Julie, Baby, you're my flame."

"Thou giveth fever

When we kisseth

Fever with thy flaming youth

Fever! I'm afire,

Fever, yeah, I burn, forsooth."

Cap'in Smith and Pocahontas had a very mad affair

When her daddy tried to kill him

She said,

"Daddy, oh, don't you dare!"

"He gives me fever

With his kisses

Fever when he holds me tight

Fever! I'm his missus, So

Daddy, Won't you treat him right?"

Now you've listened to my story

Here's the point that I have made

Chicks were born to give you fever

Be it Fahrenheit or Centigrade

They give you fever

When you kiss them

Fever if you live and learn

Fever! 'till you sizzle

What a lovely way to burn

What a lovely way to burn

What a lovely way to burn

What a lovely way to burn

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Hello everyone!!! Still suffering from the stones but doing better�Ill try to answer more reviews =) I was considering some opinions that D/s relationships are abusive, one person, (the Dom) holding all the power, completely controlling the other. I don�t think people really consider that the submissive partner actually holds the power in the relationship. They are the ones who offer up their trust, their vulnerability to the other and they can choose to withdraw it. THAT makes the Dom the more vulnerable partner emotionally, because they have to not only earn that trust, but they have to keep it or lose that connection�.wow�that was way too deep for early morning�pain killers make me philosophical apparently. ;)

SMURPHY � I don�t think anything about their relationship could be considered conventional. =P

AUNDREE�A � I think he�s afraid that he will not be enough for her, the way he wasn�t enough for Lily.

WILLIAMSPIKE � I don�t go for harsh punishment, it does nothing for me, but a little restraint and spanking are fine =) I prefer the more sensual side. I want my characters to truly love, not just torture each other.

WUDELFIN � Thanks! I wasn�t sure how I felt about it to be honest, but you readers have given me confidence in the story =)

VORACIOUSREADER � No, she doesn�t understand because she believes he will never love her.

BILLSBEDROOM � You know�I nearly fainted Sunday night when I saw Erik naked on True Blood�I am truly the villains girl LOL I always go for the bad/semi-bad guy LOL�.I guess I can tell you that when they do finally come together it is a VERY intense moment. When I was typing that chapter I was so emotional that I was nearly pounding the keys through the keyboard!

BOURNESPEED � I know its different for me, but Ive been trying to push my own boundaries of late�letting my imagination expand

SEVIBABY � I have a hard time with fics that involve her still being a student, it crosses a personal boundary for me I guess. I always assume that a mindless twit would never do for Severus, if she didn�t have a brain between her ears he wouldn�t be able to stand her.

NARCISSASSISTER � I am feeling better, only having occasional painful flare-ups that are increasingly less intense thank goodness. And yes�Severus is stubborn�and he is hesitant and self destructive to a point�he wants her to prove him wrong, to show him that she loves him unconditionally yet he will do everything he can to keep her at a distance�.more of that will begin revealing itself soon. =)

LADYOFCLUNN � she understands, and later you�ll see her realizing the power that the submissive partner actually has.

LYRA APHRODITE MOON � Im sorry that the storyline doesn�t appeal to you, but I don�t think its strange. As for not being �normal� me, I don�t want to get pigeonholed into being known as only writing the cute and witty stories. I have my dark side like anyone else and I plan to explore it more in my writing. I wont hold it against you if you decide not to read the rest. Not every plot is going to appeal to every reader =)

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