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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: Those two are not big on conversations, not the ones that are important, than again many couples are not, especially in the beginning of the relationship...
Fox: "although, I would prefer more info on the box." - just keep reading and you will stumble on the answer ;), "No, it's quite relaxing." - this is what I wanted to say, in addition to grammar mistakes I have tons of typos >.<, Looking forward to your further comments, I'm curious to find out what do you think ;)
Spellbinder

Severus put away quill and flexed his neck muscles, tedious task of grading essays appeared more like a torture now than it was before. Tossing a glance at old clock on the shelf, sighed again, she is in laboratory working. Leaning back on the backrest of the chair and stretching legs under the table, he glanced at the note and smiled. She did her best in past twelve days, payback or rather attempt of it.
Oh! She was far from weak or naïve in her attempt; in fact she used every trick in the book, few highly creative out of the box tricks too. And if it was anyone else, anyone less…well…less…she would be victorious. Anyone weaker and poor sod would be crawling at her feet, but he already went to the hell and back with her. “It is funny with what you can learn to live, given enough time.” He already got used to sport an erection every time he thought of her, long before this past month. Not that he was immune, but lifetime of self-control and head-start he had, gave him an unfair advantage.
In all honesty, he could have told her and stop all this little games, but it was so amusing, he enjoyed it. Her huffing and puffing and attempts amused him. Not only that she tried to “return the favor” but she really put an effort to get to him, even if it was for limited time, never in his life a woman … Only a month left, one more month of absolute bliss, one more month before she rips his heart and walks away. Smile froze on his lips and brows furrowed, he couldn’t find anything to pull her in, anything that could hold her after the month passes.
Thinking about them, they were…what? Lovers? “What is the term kids using these days – friends with benefits?” They are not friends, not even that. He could teach her…but was he willing to hand her the knife she’s going to use to carve him up? With heavy sigh, he rubbed forehead. No, better not to think about it. “Life isn’t on your side, so when you are handed a bit of leeway do not question it – enjoy, while you can.”
Warding the classroom and his office he walked into his private quarters. Removing his teachers robes and frockcoat headed to the laboratory, she was there and she looked enchantingly, so adorably beautiful. Disheveled bun had her wand and three quills stuck in it, she probably attempted to subdue the curls in to obedience using the items at hand, and still curls sprang from all sides, making her look so…sexy. On the workbench, she had five rows of five cauldrons each made of different material, each row simmered at different temperature. Twenty-five cauldrons were challenging even for him, challenging for controlling little less taking notes on subtle changes in various stages of brewing. Even five cauldrons would be hard to control, shook his head with frown. He admired her dedication but lack of experience combined with overzealous nature can prove to be dangerous
- Do you have desire to destroy entire dungeon area of the castle? – she raised head from her notes, skin glistening from fumes, bottom lip chewed up to the blood but her eyes lit up with subtle flame as she looked at him.
- No, I won’t damage your laboratory; though, you do need a ventilation of sorts in here. –
- If one of these explodes I’ll need another quarters and place for my classroom. Are you aware that we are under the lake? One hole in the wall and I’m bound to start swimming to my classes. –
- None of them will explode, I control them. And yes, I am aware that you are under the lake, windows do not open… - she trailed off, fumes above one cauldron turn orange and she run to it, scribbling maniacally – I had to hurry up the process a bit, tomorrow we are called to lunch at Burrow. –
- You tried to open the window – no matter how he tried, he could not hide horror in voice – May I remind you that all windows look at the lake? Beneath the lake. –
- I know that…just slipped my mind for the moment… -
- Burrow? – second part of her sentence floated to his mind
- You are not obligated to go, but you are invited… -
- Then, you may convey my best regards to the Weasley’s -
She looked at him, pull out her wand, causing few curls to slither down her neck and cast a stasis charm on the entire table, returning the wand in the bun approached him, still clutching muggle notebook and quill. As she approached, he noticed that one of the quills in her hear leaked black ink partially dying one of curls. Hermione was a breath away from him; she used the feather of the quill in the hand to tickle it across his face, with seductive smile on her lips and in her eyes, pressing her body to his
- …however, I’d love if you join me. – she finished her thought as if he didn’t interrupt it – Say yes, and I promise to make it worth the trouble…tonight and tomorrow evening. – his hart started to beat faster
- Manipulation Princess? You are sorted into the wrong house. -
- I disagree. – her voice was husky – Given that you have weak spot for Gryffindor women, I’d say I am sorted in to the right house. – her lips touched his briefly – Let’s make a deal, I won’t force you… -
- As if that would work – smirked and she gave him one “are you challenging me” look
- … but, if you show up, I can promise you…you won’t regret it …later. –
- Show up? - he raised eyebrow
- Mhm, I must leave from here early and meet with Jenny, George asked me to bring her. – he frowned – She promised me, no more pranks. –
- Mhm. – he glanced at the workbench – Are you planning to continue working today?   -
- No, it is late. Can we eat here? I’m knackered, and not in the mood to keep avoiding new Arithmancy and DADA teachers. – sly smile clashed with innocent look in her eyes
- You, Princess, are devious. –
- You would be surprised what one can pick up if one starts spending time with Slytherin’s. -
- Apparently, that do not extend to proper stasis charms. – smirked at her waving his hand toward the workbench
- Do you have any idea how sexy you are? -
- Miss Granger, you are seriously overdue to visit Madam Pomfrey, I am afraid that fumes from so many cauldrons seriously affected your judging ability. –
- Hmmmmmm, I just have to show you… - she smiled at him, kissed him and walked to the rooms. Feeling shivers running down his spine, he followed her. She was already under the showers and no matter how much he wanted to join her, he knew that she would benefit more from solo showering. Instructing the Elves to serve dinner in the small dining room, he sat on the sofa looking at the fire, lost in thought.
“Go to Burrow with her. No, not with her, but wait for her there…She does have a knack for complicating my life.” sighed “This would be first time we are in social surrounding since…since all of this started.” His heart jumped, then sunk low. Not coming together was good, giving them distance. Was distance needed at all? After all, they were not … what? Item? Couple? In the eyes of all they still were co-workers, former teacher and student, master and apprentice. His heart shrunk in a painful lump, it was easy to pretend, to forget…hidden in his chambers, far away from prying eyes. He never stopped to think about what it would be like behind his door. It was easy to pretend in the Great Hall, by some unspoken agreement, they never shown even trace of intimacy in front of the others, he wasn’t even sure if anyone knew.
His ruminations stopped abruptly when warm, soft and fairly wet witch straddled him, pressing her lips between his eyes
- I won’t tolerate frowning, you know. – she whispered in his ear, nibbling it lightly – I missed you today. –
His hands clenched of their own volition. He felt her fiddling with his pants, not even surprised to find that he was already hard and ready, it seemed to be perpetual condition whenever she was near. Hermione, on the other hand, was in no mood for prolongation, taking him out of the pants trough the fly opening; she guided him directly on her entrance. He growled in pleasure as she impaled herself, sheltering him in her moist heated tightness.
- We can play later, I just need to…feel…- she whispered huskily and grounded her hips, moving them fast and sharp, clenching her muscles, tightening narrow space even more. He growled again, what she did take away his ability to think straight or at all. He moved his hands, unfolding the towel she still wore around her, and cooped her breasts, rolling the hardened dark pebbles between his fingers, pulling them slightly. She moaned, tossing her head back and speeding up grinding of her hips. Dew of sweat moistened her chest, it was obvious that she craved for release, but her frantic movements caused her to lose rhythm. He, lowered his hands, sliding them along soft skin to her hips, digging the fingers in to them, adjusting his position slightly he moved his hips up, meeting her trusts on half-way. She moaned, digging her hands in to his shoulders, locking her eyes full of undiluted lust with his.
He wanted to close his eyes, to focus and maybe last bit longer, but her gaze entrapped his. Hissing, he took over, setting a fast, sharp pace, plunging in to her to the hilt, reveling in still tight grip she maintained. Hermione was whining, with look on her face that hypnotized him. Her muscles danced, and he speed up, breath hitching in his chest. Her mewls turned to shriek of release, and he bit his lip to stop himself calling her name as her face spilled in front of his eyes. Hermione withered in his hands, breathing heavily, mumbling “thank you” in to his shirt. Folding trembling hands around her petite form, he closed his eyes landing soft kiss on the wet curls.
“You are an idiot Severus. The idiot who is not only about to jab a dagger in your own heart but also give it good twist.” her breathing told him she dozed off, still straddling him “Then again, you always were idiot concerning love. At least now…you get a chance to taste it.”
But, in all honesty, he could not tell or even predict how he is to survive after their time runs off. For all he cared, it didn’t matter, in his mind some things were worth eternity in hell or death, the real things, this time. Stubborn fiery witch, “My fiery witch.” in his arms charmed him, and he wouldn’t want it any other way, regardless of the consequences.
Spellbinder - Foreigner
I found out the hard way, some things you just cant get
When I fell in love with a woman I wish I never met
I was in the wrong place, at the wrong time
I fell easy prey to an innocent way, I was so blind
I call out her name, I turn around to find her
She's a spellbinder
I've never been a easy man, so hard to please
But she made me feel life was unreal, oh Lord, how she satisfied me
I tried to break away, but I didn't stand a chance
She planned it so well, I was under her spell, I was in a trance
I call out her name, I turn around to find her
She's a spellbinder
Now do you know what love can do?
Oh no, what she puts me through?
It took so long for me to find her
Now she won't set me free
She's a spellbinder
Now do you know what love can do?
Oh no, what she put me through?
You say you can't believe, believe that it's true
Let the spellbinder put a spell on you
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