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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: Ok, this chapter may remind you, and it's quite possible inspired by Chapter 17 of Doing it for the Order by Desert_Sea. Well my amateur scribbling is nowhere near her works, but I am often inspired by her, so not the first nor the last time.
Also, If my writing seems bit nervous and jumpy, it's fine, I'm trying to quit smoking (bad habit) so I'm as nervous as I can be... Oh, finding songs also becomes a poblem...., story took a life of her own, and tables are turned now.
Fox: I hope that I'm not too late and that you'll see this :)
"I had to keep track of "Doing It For The Order"" - Oh I understand you completely, when DS is writing, there is no skipping of chapters ;), "So unlike Severus" - you think so? I somehow see him as person who would do something like that if you shake him up, emotionally. "Why oh why can't they just talk?! Be honest. " - proper communication is the hardest thing in a relationship, any relationship. But proper communication demands couple of things they are missing like: trust in self-worth, trust in the other party, belief in future...Taking a life one day at the time is good but not always the best course of action, not in a relationship that you want to deepen, and most certainly not in between emotionally immature persons (relationship wise) such as they are.
Thank you for the fixes ^_^

Bottle you up

- Mr. and Miss. Wilkins report to your Head of House, she will issue you a new schedule for your potions classes, from now on you are not to attend my classes together. – two pairs of identical teary eyes looked at him
- Professor, please… - started the boy, but one raised eyebrow was enough to make him quiet.
- Leave now. – kids bolted like someone propelled them form the classroom. He knew that Pomona won’t place them in different classes, that were sad impossibility, but scare was good. A month ago, he would give them a week worth of detention of scrubbing cauldrons, but now…
Two weeks into January and his entire life was changed, he was reluctant to give detentions opting for more severe points deductions or even additional essay reports. He simply didn’t want to waste any time in detention, time he could spend with her. Pondering on the long-term consequences this behavior may have on his reputation, deeming that it would be easier to repair the damage than to lose any precious moment he was so graciously granted. Experiencing this was worth even staying alive.
Entering his quarters, he found Hermione, dressed to go and bent over the table, scribing on the parchment. Lovely curve of her lower back with arch of the spine above and long, slender legs (“Strong enough to squeeze a life out of you.”) below.
- That is odd way of taking notes, but if you pondering on adopting it as a habit, I won’t protest. – his voice was husky
- I was leaving you a message. –
- Message? –
- Yes, I need to go to my laboratory or home or… - she frowned looking lost - …well few more places, depending on where I left it… -
- Would you care to give some meaning to your blabbing at least at one point… - he fought the smile, she picked up this habit over the years, and even if he would find it infuriatingly annoying in others, with her it was endearing. She was thinking about work, intensely, and attempting to function, which resulted in endless stream of explanations so confusing that the smartest thing was just not to listen or snap her out of it.
- Oh, for the next stage I’ll need apron and glows. – he nodded, that was not the news, waiting to hear the reason for her need to go on a hunt for Merlin knows what he started to remove his teaching robe – My set is…in my office, or home, or…. –
- And the fact that you are in Potion Masters quarters, stuck between two laboratories, and that you probably have more than one set at your grasp escaped you because…? –
- I did try yours…. – she frowned at him again
- That must’ve gone well. –
- Now you see why I have to go and… -
- I do not. – he smiled taking her in the embrace, she nested in his arms sighing – Have you forgotten that you are a witch? Or did you forget just the correct spell? -
- I won’t shrink your equipment! –
- Yes, because I do not possess spare set. –
- Ok so I don’t have to go, this still disrupts all my plans… - they were still in the middle of the work room and he still waited for her to choose where they are going to go. – I wanted to start this phase hours ago, so I can place a stasis around this time, and I didn’t even start. At this point, there is no need to begin before tomorrow morning. This sets us a whole day behind. –
- A dreadful oversight from someone who is otherwise tree days ahead the schedule. –
- I have a plan with potential free days… - she gave him one fiery look full of hidden mischief and his heart started to beat faster before it sunk deep.
- Hmmm… -
- You are not curious about the plan? –
- Not a curious person by nature. –
- You were a spy! –
- That, my dear, is quite the opposite of curious. Let us solve the problem at hand. I will prepare us a tea, and you can dive in to the dresser and find the box with spare equipment. – she frowned, his dresser didn’t look big enough to hold clothes and one box little less more of them, he chuckled – Trust me, just dig in to the left corner. Dresser was a gift from Albus, and it is far bigger than it looks like. -
Fiddling around the kettle he sighed “How big of a fool you can be? How easy you just give up? Two weeks and you sending her to rummage through your personal belongings.” But this didn’t felt like two weeks, it felt like they were together for a lifetime already, and that they will stay like that for another lifetime. Dull ache, simmering at the bottom of his heart flared again. He promised himself he won’t hold her back, when the time comes and she turns around to leave he will let her go. Month and a half…then again maybe even less if…
….”You are complete and undeniable idiot! Everything is hidden in that blasted dresser, everything!”
- Severus…? – her voice was a huge question mark, hushed and confused “Well, it was nice while it lasted” he thought grimly walking to the bed room with knot in his stomach and hands firmly clenched in fists. She was holding a box looking at its content like a kitten at yarn box. And it was…not the box he was afraid she might find, it was the one equally embarrassing and totally forgotten. Trust Albus to give you the gift that would be aid until it decided to be your demise…she was surrounded with boxes, like she was digging up his entire life from the bottom of the blasted dresser.
- Did you at least attempted to look for laboratory equipment? – his voice sounded annoyed, even more edgy than he wanted to show
- Of course, I did, but your dresser kept swamping me with all those boxes. Ummmm… I was curious about this one… -
- That… - he cleared his throat uncomfortably – was a big thing back then, after the first war, in certain circles… -
- But not your thing… -
- No, not …- he stopped looking for correct word, she moved from the floor on to the bed, still hugging the box and looking at him, beckoning him to join her
- Than why did you… -
- I was a spy. – he shrugged, it was hard to explain – We knew he will return and I… -
- You had to stay in the role, neither here nor there. – he nodded again – These are all muggle products and books. –
- Yes. The biggest dirty secret of pureblooded elite… - his voice still bitter, after all those years. He plucked the box from her hands and placed it on the floor, crawling over her. She raised her hands to embrace him.
- So, it is there… I mean, did you picked it up… - she continued asking between the kisses, her small hands working through the buttons of his shirt, he sighed
- No. – tracing kisses along her neck, licking at the sweet pulsating vein, drawing soft sigh and shortening her breath. He loved how she reacted to his kisses, arching her back just to press fully against his body.
- When then? Why? – she was relentless, he sighed, he could usually kiss away the questions giving her half answers but not this time…rolling next to her he starred at the ceiling
- It is very complicated question Hermione, and I’m not quite sure you want to know the answer… -
- You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, I’m just trying to understand. To understand you. –
- Is it bothering you? –
- No, I find it quite relaxing. I don’t have to… restrain…myself. It is liberating. I do believe you destroyed me for others, for the lifetime. –
- I highly doubt that. But as long as you are convinced…I’ll be happy to…compensate to you, for my transgression. – he grinned pulling her on top of him in embrace, he was already sporting unhealthy tenth on his pants and aching to feel her around him.
- How…gallant of you my dear sir. – she smiled slightly, muttering a spell, getting rid of their clothes. Her hand wandered to his rigidly saluting member, shuddery breath escaped him as his hips jerked up towards her touch – I will hold you to your word, but first I want to know…. So, you just talk... and I’ll…play. – she was kneeling next to him and he reached to her but she batted his hands away – A…a…a…no touching, or I’ll be force to restrain you. –
- I wouldn’t advise that. –
- Why? – she was looking at his eyes and he had feeling that she is somehow looking straight in to his soul – I just want to understand. –
- Milady you may discover… that my person is… a more of a… puzzle… than you can… handle. – his sentence came up in discontinuous words, not sounding convincing, while her hands fondled his member, his balls and one of her fingers slide behind his balls, pressing on his perineum. “Where the hell did she learn that?”
- Hmmm. – Hermione was grinning like a Cheshire cat – See, I just took a peak at one of those books in the box, and … mmmmmmm … keep talking and I’ll show you what else did I learned. – sound that came out of his throat was high pitched and intangible – So, how and why did you…well you know? –
- For someone … dead set on asking…you are…aaaaaghhhhhhhhhhha… - her fingers melted his brain for a second applying pressure on the right spot – Answer is king of a mood killer. – he admitted finally
- Lett me take care of the mood and…quit… stalling – tip of her tongue circled around the sensitive head, paying attention to the slit and tickling at the spot beneath it, that wrinkled pinhead of a highly sensitive skin. She charmed her hair to remove her from her face and allow him full view “How much is a peak in her vocabulary?” judging by everything before…she was intense but raw, now she exhibited a deliberate finesse. He groaned at the loss as she raised her head – Start talking… -
- Well… - she locked her eyes with his and with one hand made a ring around his shaft, cutting the circulation and connection with his balls, and pressing between her small and ring finger the base of his balls, applying pressure at canals. He shortly prayed to Merlin that she knew what she was doing, before majority of rational thoughts left him, and he focused hard on answering her question. Other hand continued to fondle his balls, massaging perineum. Her head bobbed up and down the length. – First, if you feel numb inside… you need something strong…. to …spark you up. Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuhuhuuhhhhhhh… Something you can…. feeeeelllll…. Pain and pleasure…. are…closely…connected… Secondly…it is a handy…kink to have…if you tend…ahahaaaaaaahhhhhhh…to…to end up…displeasinggggg the…. Dark Lord…aaahhhhaa lot. Through, I would not recommend…. crushiatus…as…. a form of foreplay.... -
Need to explode was overwhelming, but she kept a firm grasp on few strategic spots, preventing him to reach relief, applying more and more pressure at the same time, nudging the urge. Electric shots of pain traveled down his spine, having the well-known effect. Still holding his gaze, she released his member from her mouth with wet plop, licking her lips
- And the box, did you find…suitable partner… - she choked on her words and intensify her gaze, lowering her head again, squeezing his balls bit stronger than necessary or pleasant, her tongue swiped around the base of the head and he shook his head with grunt, unable to give answer immediately…
- No, from me it was …. expected… the opposite. It lasted…for couple of years…and then… quieted down. – he panted the words out fast – Hermione, I need to… -
- Just a bit longer love. – she mumbled not stopping to lick and suck – Would you be willing to…play…? –
- Merlin witch…stop…torturing me! –
- You can handle it. Well, would you? –
- At this ppoint…I’d say yes… to just about anything… - he felt pressure pushing at every nerve ending he had, hissing in his ears and forcing his heart to drum loudly against his ribs.
She mumbled one “Mhm” and took pity on him, releasing the pressure around the base of the shaft and allowing the flow between balls and his member. Sudden rush of blood and semen, encouraged by the still present massage, pushed him over the edge, in almost painful swell of a release, sending his hips jerk fast as his hand dug in to her curls, fixing her head and mouth around him. Orgasm exploded in his head, spilling like the molten lava in toe curling intensity. She never moved away, didn’t even attempt, continuing to massage applying right amount of pressure at any moment, intensifying the experience, making him…almost scream.
Finally, he relaxed, floating in a haze of emptiness. She climbed up and pressed a kiss on his lips. He could taste himself on them…
- I’m…. – tried, but the brain refused to connect words with meaning
- Voldemort wasn’t big on sex? –
- No, he was not. Why? –
- You were lucky there… - she grinned and he squeezed her in tight embrace, burying his face in her hair
- I had luck here. – it was so easy to let go with her, to just surrender. He reveled in a fact that he gave up control to her. That was the scariest thing he could do and with her it came naturally, he knew, instinctively, that she won’t hurt him. “Or maybe because I know she will, when she leaves. Maybe because I’m ready to let go, I know there is nothing more she can do…” thoughts were a small piece of soap in a muggle Olympic pool “Did she called me love? Well, even if she did, don’t keep your hopes up…”
- Severus… - her crooning finally reached him
- Hm? –
- Nothing, rest now. I’m going to make us fresh tea. – she tried to wiggle but he tightened embrace, no, he won’t let her go…now or ever…he had month and a half to figure out how to keep her for life.
Bottle You Up - Zendaya

If loving you were a crime,
I'd do the hardest time
You are perfection, nearly every time, yeah
You know it kills me
I can't always be right here
'Cause right now you love me
Then you disappear

Wish I could always have you here with me
Wish I could hold ya, never let you leave
Wish I could put it away, save it for a rainy day
Wish I could bottle you up
If I wanna hear your voice inside of me
I'll drink it up and you're alive in me
Then I could put it away, save it for a rainy day
Wish I could bottle you up, bottle you up

Right now you're mine
But we're running out of time
It's part of the rush, it's taking me high (high)
You know it kills me
We can't always be right here
'Cause right now you love me
Then you disappear

Wish I could always have you here with me
Wish I could hold ya, never let you leave
Wish I could put it away, save it for a rainy day
Wish I could bottle you up
If I wanna hear your voice inside of me,
I'll drink it up and you're alive in me
Then I could put it away, save it for a rainy day
Wish I could bottle you up [x10]

Wish I could always have you here with me (here with me)
Wish I could hold ya, never let you leave
Wish I could put it away, save it for a rainy day
Wish I could bottle you up
If I wanna hear your voice inside of me,
I'll drink it up and you're alive in me
When I can put it away, save it for a rainy day
Wish I could bottle you up [x7]

Then I could put it away, save it for a rainy day
Wish I could bottle you up
Bottle you up.
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