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What can go wrong? completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15096 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Complicated
- 3-Interesting
- 4-Kitten
- 5-Gratification
- 6-Openness
- 7-Revenge
- 8-Promising
- 9-Lesson
- 10-Looney
- 11-Naked
- 12-Up-side-down
- 13-Breath-taking
- 14-Insights
- 15-Irreparable
- 16-Thrill
- 17-Tight
- 18-Shift
- 19-Tapping
- 20-Discomforting
- 21-Skin-deep
- 22-Intense
- 23-Knotted
- 24-Pivot
- 25-Bridle
- 26-Redefining
- 27-Quell
- 28-Fushion
- 29-Essentials
- 30-Interlace
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A/N: There is one more chapter, to round up this one, and I hope I'll post it late tonight or tomorrow - I just need to brush it up a bit ;)
Nightstar - Thank you for your enthusiastic words, I do hope that you will love the remaining of the story :)
Insights
Hermione’s head rise and fall with every movement of Snape’ chest, skin still little damp evaporated with fine bouquet, mixture of forest soil, fresh air, spices and a dash of heady musk. His chest, sharp and hard, but at the moment she wouldn’t want any other place to rest her head. With one finger, she was drawing meaningless patterns across his abdomen, trying to sort out events that transpired that evening.
- We didn’t even see Luna going… - she wasn’t sure if that was supposed to happen that way or not
- She won’t mind, if she thought that she was needed Luna would stay. –
- But… -
- Luna is a big girl, she knows how to go back home and she knows the neighbourhood. – his voice flat, bit drowsy but otherwise devoided of any trace of emotion. Hermione sighed “Is this supposed to be like this?”
For the first time in many years she was confused and uncertain. She enjoyed being with Luna, what Severus did after joining them in bed surpassed her ability to put the sensation into words. But now she felt ashamed, guilty, elated, sedated and confused all in one go. He didn’t push her away, after climax they stayed interlocked for several minutes, frozen in time. When he finally rolled over from her, he pulled her on his chest and there she was now, listening his still hammering heart slowing down into a lulling, steady, drum.
Shifting her head, she looked at him, wondering how he can appear so relaxed but feel so tense. He had his hands folded under the head, legs crossed at ankles, stretched like a cat on a sun. Wasn’t he worried? Luna was married after all
- Do you think he will mind? –
- Who? – he peered at her down his nose, honestly confused with her question
- Luna’s husband. –
- No, he won’t. –
- Do you know him? –
- Yes. I can hardly be Luna’s friend and not know him. –
- I don’t know him. I was supposed to meet him in Marrakech but he couldn’t be there on time. –
- You will meet him. – he said with tone of finality
- What is your relationship with Luna? –
- We are friends. –
- But you have no problem to be naked around each other or have sex in a same room! –
- Obviously. –
- But…I don’t understand. –
- What is there to understand? -
- And her husband doesn’t mind you being naked in a same room or have sex in a same room. –
- I assumed that is also obvious, given what happened tonight. –
- But Luna said you are not lovers. –
- We are not. –
- So, what is your relationship with Luna then? –
- That…is… very personal question. –
- This is very personal situation. –
- No. –
- No? – she straightened in to a sitting position looking at him, his eyes were half closed and he still appeared relaxed but tension rolled of him like a stormy cloud
- This is intimate situation, not necessarily personal. –
Hermione felt like a bludger hit her in the stomach, nudging her solar plexus up to her throat. Thinking of their situation she sighed, still trying to sift through myriad of emotions and thoughts. Questions and fears bombarding her brain and raining on her quivering heart.
He opened his eyes and looked at her, she could see herself in his eyes, two flat obsidian mirrors. With dismissive shake of his head he pulled to half sitting position and motioned to her
- Come here. – scooting up to nest on his shoulder Hermione wondered if he is mad at her for some reason – What is wrong? –
- Nothing…everything…I… -
- Tell me, what do you think of your new experience? Did it live up to your expectations? –
- Yes, well I didn’t have any expectations. It was nice, fun, intense. –
- Did you like it? –
- Yes… -
- But? –
- It is not something I’d do too often, I think. –
- Explain. –
- Well…. –
- Not about perceived future frequency, Miss Granger. Explain the experience. How did it felt? During and after. –
- Exciting but not completely fulfilling…not until… - she blushed and hid her face in the crook of his neck
- Until what? –
Her throat clenched, she wanted to answer him but her voice gave in and new blizzard of fears swirled in her chest. “You are overthinking it, just answer the man.” hissed the voice in her head “You enjoyed it, you had fun with Luna, but only he could quench your thirst.”
- Until I joined? – he offered and she nodded her head – Why? –
- Luna was…she is soft and… - she moved a bit so she could see his face – Yes, she could make me orgasm, but it is the same when I do it. – he arched his eyebrow – Ok, obviously, I can’t lick myself down there – she huffed – but, it was almost the same as when I played with myself. That is the thing, I needed more after that. And only…Gods…. – her face burned and she hid it in his neck again
- Only what? – he was relentless, but his voice softened just a bit – Kitten, as I told you before, bedroom is not place for secrets. –
- It was torture until I felt you behind me. – she mumbled in his neck – Then it was like sweet torture. –
- Hm? –
- Well, it was like you did that on purpose. –
- In that situation, it could hardly be an accident. Do you think I just happen to walk around the room, trip and stick my dick in you? –
- I don’t mean that. – she giggled despite the lump forming in her throat
- Then what. –
- I needed you to, I don’t know…hit…few spots inside me, and you miss them, every time. It was as it was on purpose. –
- It was. –
- Why? –
- If I gave you what you need, you would forget about Luna. That didn’t seem like fair thing to do, she deserved orgasm as much as you did. –
- Mhm. – she nodded – I fancied it. –
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Sniffling a need to sigh or grab the root of his nose he growled
- Are we going to play 20 question whole night? What did you fancy? – he could feel her stiffen and her face burning his skin
- The way you acted, how you behaved, what you said… It was so hot and made me want you more. You, not Luna. That was awful out of me. –
- Curiosity is not the same as proclivity. I wager that you did like being with L…woman. –
- I did, and I’d like to do it again…sometimes. But I wonder if… if it would feel different, if I’d be satisfied if you weren’t there. If you didn’t join in. - her voice was muffled
Feeling of warmth spread through his chest and he did his best to ignore it. She was trembling next to him, her face burning its brand on his neck. Partially he could understand her, her confusion and insecurities, not all phantasies lived up to their dreamt potential. And, they still shared this damned bond.
- It would and yes, you would be satisfied. May I remind you that certain aspects of this curse are intertwined with invisible chain, they can influence sensation, put damper on it. Other than that, you need to let go and not think through every step of the way. –
- I didn’t. Ok, yes, I did…at the beginning, but not later. However, I did like when you…-
- Ordered you? - she nodded – I believe Miss Granger that you are starting to suffer from Stockholm syndrome. –
- Or maybe it is something for future exploration. – she whispered almost timidly
- Or that. –
- I did like…the last part…a lot. –
- But not what came after. – he probed. It wasn’t hard to guess, not that he needed guessing, she was broadcasting her thoughts as if she was radio antenna, they crashed at him like avalanche, forcing him to feel nauseous.
- I…I’m just worried. What if Luna… -
- Nothing will change. Well, not if you don’t want to. –
- What about us? –
- There is no “us”. This is temporary situation in which we wouldn’t be if you could restrain yourself from acting before thinking. –
- Ok. And what if I discover that I really don’t want to be only with other woman but rather woman and a man? –
- Then you will find suitable partners with same preferences. If you decide to pursue that path Luna can introduce you to certain clubs… -
- Luna, but not you? –
- No, not me. –
- Why? – she was sitting now, looking at him with watery eyes
- I am willing to help you Kitten, to teach you and help you mend your health. But I do not wish to drag you around to the clubs with me. We are not friends, and beside what I think I should do for you, I have no desire to keep in touch. – even if he spoke the words he knew how cruel it was to say something like that, especially in situation like this.
- You do understand that I didn’t ask you to be in relationship with me? I didn’t even ask you to be my lover, once all this is over. But I do not understand why we can’t be friends. You are friend with Luna. –
- I understand perfectly what are you asking of me. No, we can’t be friends. –
- Why? – she raised her chin and he clenched his jaw, refusing to give her answer she so desperately wanted
- So how we are going to proceed from now? –
- Same as we did until now. –
- All right. So, what do you suggest we do now? –
- Sleep. –
- I meant in sex. We went through the entire first part of my list. The second part… -
- We will deal with that when you read the books Luna brought today. –
- Why not before? –
- For my sanity’s sake. If you have so many questions now, I dread to think how many question you will have then. –
- Fine, I’ll read the books first. – she huffed and slide to lie down, pulling him along the way, snuggling next to him – Let’s sleep, I’m knackered. -
He murmured the spell and darkness descended upon them. His skin tingles, his whole side tingles, where he was pressed to a very naked witch. She trapped him, her hand weighting on his chest and her fingers buried in his hair. Soon her breathing is flat and equal, but she’s not sleeping. It was fine with him, if she wanted to pretend, he needed time to think. This evening took its toll on him, pressing him to hide more than he did in a long time, even more than when he was spy. Then again, it was so much easier to be the spy, he didn’t really had to hide his hatred just misdirect it.
Tonight, he had to battle the foe against which he never managed to win before. And he had a nagging suspicion that he lost once again, small mercy hidden in a fact that no one would know about his defeat. Luna was right, he had no problem with Hermione to be with another woman, the sight was too mesmerizing. However, he seen that show playing alive in front of him many times, and not even once he had desire to join. There was something in the coupling of two women, abandon and tenderness mixed with wild passion, he did enjoy watching. But tonight, it was different, maybe it was additional insight, involuntary participation. Deep down he knew that wasn’t it. It was her.
Yes, he could play the role if the lady demanded, but it was not in his nature as a lover, or at least he thought so. Apparently, he was sourly mistaken. Tonight, he responded to her need in an equal measure as he did to his own, he needed to show Luna to whom she belongs. “Just a toy.” He could smack himself, and yet he remained motionless, pretending, not to reveal to her that he is lost in his thoughts just as much as she is.
Tonight, he had to be the one, the one who could pull her strings in a way Luna never could. He had to demonstrate to Luna that he shared with her something/someone that belonged to him completely. In the club, he always scoffed at displays of pure male ego, tonight he went even step further. And he relished the fact that Hermione truly responded to him “ ”I fancied it.” Wasn’t that she said. She loved being in my power as much as I loved having her there.” That was only half of it, and if the first part forced him to be repulsed by his own behaviour, second part scared him, drove him to the brink of sheer panic. Even if he never done it before, he knew what they did and he hated himself for it. “Not a toy then, eh? Not yours.”
Hermione stirred and he inched away turning to his side, pulling his hand so she wouldn’t wake up tomorrow with a stiff neck. Her neck resting now on his right forearm, levelled with the pillow. She snuggled next to him again, tucking her head under his chin, pressing her face to his chest, hot wafts of breath scorching his skin. Her body plastered to his, one leg tucked between his, like she was trying to leave the dent in her shape on him, permanently. He could only hope beyond any hope that engraving will indeed be only skin deep.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Tucked next to him, taking a comfort in the heat radiating from his body Hermione did her best to mimic a sleeping person. Questions stopped whirling in her mind but she was having argument with the voice in her head. The voice she started to depend on, the voice she began to see as her alter ego, the little devil on her shoulder, seductive and welcomed.
“You know that won’t be any weirdness between you and Luna.”
“I know that.”
“Then ask yourself the real question, the one that really bothering you.”
“I…I can’t.” she whined, her insides cringing at the knowledge what that question and answer could bring “If…if I do…then it is real.”
“Opposed to now? Do you want to tell me that now it is not real just because you turn your back on it?”
“I have a right to be an ostrich if I choose to.”
“You are an ostrich your whole life, maybe it is time to be a human for a change. You know, there is nothing wrong in being a little bit selfish, wanting something for yourself.” the voice scoffed
“I’ve been plenty of selfish in past two year, thanks to you.”
“Thank Merlin for small favours. You would be in a nice padded room, wearing a blouse that buttons up on your back, sleeves and all if it weren’t for me. You would be working in the law department, menial job with no prospect of advancement. You would be married to that read-headed oaf cheating you with everything that has pulse and wearing skirt. You should be grateful.”
“Grateful for this? After tonight! Why did he had to do it?”
“Do what?”
“Be so…so…so…”
“Say it! Admit it!”
“Be so gentle, so affectionate. That wasn’t earth shattering, that was soul shattering. How can I let go after that?”
“Because you want him happy, even at your own dispense.”
The voice was right, she would do anything to make him happy. This evening thought her that. In all honesty, she couldn’t decide what she liked more. The feeling of warmth and belonging when she felt him entering her from behind, exercising his power over her. Making her his. She felt like a guignol doll, he directed her every move and action by the twitch of his shaft and a soft silky hiss in her ear. And she loved it, loved the feeling of losing control, surrendering to his will and whim.
Even more so, she loved what came after. Luna vanished from her sight and her thoughts when he turned her to face him. She was lost in the depth of black whirlpools, in the fire of their gaze. She was taken to another plane of existence by each slow stroke inside her. He didn’t fuck her, not really, not her aching core. He drilled his way to her heart and soul, he sucked her brain out, rearrange it and returned it to her saturated with his essence. She wasn’t his possession anymore, she was…she is his. And, he didn’t want her.
Severus shifted and she reached for him, wanting to be as close to him as possible. She will let go, even if it breaks her, but she will also use every moment she has. Wishing that she could just use permanent sticking charm to glue them together, pressing to him with every available inch of the skin Hermione allowed herself to be lulled to sleep by his scent.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Bill read the letter one more time and dragged his hand over his face. The situation was serious, much more than he predicted. This…he didn’t see this coming. Hermione was in serious trouble, and Severus by extent. It was good thing he excluded everyone from her diagnosis except him.
He knew that Severus will help her, but he wondered… Did they have the right? Could they ask of him to sacrifice once more? To offer his life, this time to its very end, with no hope for release. That had to be his decision. He won’t force it on him, he won’t judge if Severus decide to back down, and he won’t tell a soul if he does. It wasn’t fair to him and it wasn’t his responsibility.
They were to blame. All of them closest to her. Severus was the only one who was so far away removed from her to notice, and yet if he wasn’t, Bill was sure, he would notice. Dumbledore had to notice it, but he was probably willing to let it slide and sacrificed her for the greater good. Minerva was so proud of her but she didn’t pay such close attention, she didn’t care enough to see. Harry wouldn’t know what he sees even if he noticed. Ron didn’t care as long as he got what he wanted. The rest of them just didn’t bothered to look. They all used her, and if this goes public they will cast her away, lock her up, throw away the key and forget about her.
Still, it had to be Snape’s decision and no one else’s. He glanced at the clock and walked to the fireplace. After brief conversation with Luna and Harry he sighed heavily. In two days…in two days he will bring a life sentence to one of them.
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