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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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Thrill

Hermione slowly opened her eyes, everything was hazy, her throat felt like someone shoved sand paper in it. She was alone in the room. Groggily she stumbled out of the bed and went through her morning routine. Severus was nowhere to be seen, but the smell of coffee filled the house, she followed the aroma. He was in the kitchen sitting at the table, nose stuck in to the huge coffee mug. Wordlessly, he pushed other mug toward her, she took a sip and made a face
- I poured a dose of peper-me-up in your coffee. –
- What happened to me? –
- You were dosed with sleeping drought yesterday. – he replied calmly not rising his eyes to look at her, the tone he used was almost casual, like he was informing her about weather. Her head still felt too fuzzy for argument
- Why? You could’ve just ask me to leave you alone if you wanted to discuss something I wasn’t supposed to know. All though, I cannot see how anything concerning me should be kept from me. -
- And it won’t, but all in a due time Miss Granger. Once you demonstrate to me that you regained your ability to think before act, you will be introduced with full facts. –
- You have no right! – she raised her voice and regret it almost instantly
- Unfortunately for you, I do have all the rights. You are the one who gave me that right when you opened the box. –
- I’ll ask Bill and Harry. –
- And achieve nothing, they are in no condition to tell you anything. Wizards do take their oaths seriously, rather nasty repercussions if they don’t. Only I can tell you, and yours is to persuade me to tell you…if you can…that is. –
- One way or another, I will find out. – she narrowed her eyes at him – I’ll find the way, even if I have to drag the words out of you. -
He looked dreadful, is hair was clean but limp and he had deep dark circles around his eyes “Something is off.” “I know, he wouldn’t have drugged me just for the kicks.” “I have an idea…” “As do I.” “You won’t be able to force him to talk.” “I do not intend to.” “We do starting to think alike.” purred a voice with satisfaction “Indeed we do.” Severus smirked into his coffee
- Is that a challenge Miss Granger? Then by all means, let the games begin. – corners of his mouth lifted slightly upward “Gods, he’s sexy.” “Oh, shut up, we’re in trouble.” “We?” “Are you in or out?” “In.” “Then – we.” – Finish your coffee, Bill gave us some good research pointers. –
He finished his coffee in two large gulps, washed the cup and left kitchen without a glance at her. Hermione sipped her coffee, she never liked the taste of pepr-me-up, mixed with a coffee was absolutely horrendous, but she forced herself to drink it.
She gnawed on her lower lip, it had to be serious if Harry and Bill decided to jump on the band wagon with Snape. What did she do to them? Could’ve that curse be so resilient, if so how did he managed to dispel aspect after aspect. Would they stay chained together indefinitely, she doubted that. Her brain drifted to the testing Bill conducted…
…They were standing, facing each other, his palm outstretched, facing upwards, hers resting on them. Heat radiated from his hands, so familiar and shooting. Bill took his wand and mumbled the incantation, and she could feel it…his magic… It was strong and calm, almost seductive. She had the feeling that she is in the middle of the Black Lake. Her own magic always so wild, like her hair, difficult to focus…so different from his tightly controlled. At that moment she envied him, not on the strength, not on the tremendous power she felt but on that peace.
How could he be so calm? He run a lap after lap around the hell for so long and he was still able to regain this level of calmness. Comparing to him, everything she had experienced was walk in a park and she was a bloody mess.
Bill mumbled again and she could feel their magic, his and hers, merged. It was the first time she noticed it, all through by the feel of it, it was there for some time. Turbulent swirls cutting to the peaceful mass of the lake, much lighter in color and not so strong. She barely used her magic anymore, as the voices progressed, it became harder and harder to control her magic. She has always used her logic as a damper, a press that kept her magic in check, voices robbed that from her. But now, since the cave, since she opened the box, she felt it…not willing to trust her own feelings, afraid that it might be yet another trick. She could once again control her magic enough to use it…
…Hermione blinked, furrowing her brows she took her wand, took a deep breath and cast the spell. Her mug floated to the sink and washed itself, landing neatly next to his to dry. Her magic felt…different…felt like…
- Bloody hell! – “So, you finally figured it out.”
“You knew?”
“It was rather hard to miss.”
“Do you think…what a silly question, of course he knows. He’s going to kill me.”
“Given that you are still alive, highly improbable. He might fuck you to death if you ask nicely.”
“Oh, shush it. I…I have to …. “
“Apologize? Don’t see how that can help. It won’t hurt, that’s for sure.” sighed voice and faded away.
She darted out of the kitchen to the study, he was sitting in his chair, reading. Door slammed at the bookshelf from the force she used.
- Too much peper-me-up? – he asked without raising his eyes from the book
- No. I…Severus… - he looked at her – I…I’m so sorry. – he raised his brows – For what I did, for opening that box. –
- Sorry now, aren’t we Miss Granger? –
- No…Yes…No…-
- Make up your mind. Either you are or you aren’t. – he sounded amused, she huffed, heat crawled up her neck to her cheeks
- It is not the chain aspect, isn’t it? It is much more…serious. That’s why we showed up in the register. –
- My, my, your brain really started to work. -
- How serious it is? –
- Bill is working on that, and I…you…should be working on that too, but it seems difficult for you to focus on research nowadays. – he shrugged
- Can it…will it break once we break the chain? –
- Hard to say. It would be much less complicated if you didn’t go for a kill. But, you are hardy to be blamed for that alone. –
- You mean if I didn’t… -
- Well, activity does demand two…participants. I can’t put all the blame on you, now, could I? –
- If…will it help if…stop with my…with you teaching me? – her heart quivered “Say no, please say no.” He looked at her openly amused
- You already break the eggs, Miss Granger, you may as well make the omelette. – he tossed a book to her and she caught it clumsily – Apology accepted. Now, make yourself useful. -
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Severus flexed his neck, waiting for water to boil. They spent whole morning and good part of the day, working, skipping lunch in favor of few sandwiches. But late afternoon, and stiffness in the neck and back forced him to go and make the tea. They hardly exchanged more than few words since this morning and he began to wonder what is she thinking. Oddly, her constant need to chat annoyed him, and now he missed it.
Walking back into the library he had to bite his cheek not to laugh, Hermione was sitting on the floor, surrounded by books and parchments filled with her neat handwriting. She was so lost in her reading that she didn’t notice him. Tossing a passing glance he smiled, she was reading one of his books, chapter dedicated to shibari. Her saucer big eyes roamed over the pictures, he could work with that. Tilting his head, he noticed that she concealed what she read with cover of the other book. “This is going to be fun.”
Placing a cup next to her, he returned to his spot, pretending to work but carefully watching her reactions. He knew the book by heart and knew that each chapter contained few stories. Half an hour later she reached the end of the chapter. He watched as she started to squirm, trying to control her breathing, looking like she just climbed up the hill…flushed and slightly breathless.
Pretending to look for something he rose from the chair and yanked the book from her hands
- Pardon me Miss Granger, I just need to check one reference… - she flushed deep red and he raised a brow at her - What are you reading Miss Granger? –
- A book. –
- With pictures as I can see. Tell me, Miss Granger, in what way is this connected to our research? –
- Well… - she squirmed some more, deepening the blush
- Hmmm, and how this particular book can help us get rid of the curse? –
- I…well…right… -
- So, while I try to solve our problem you entertain yourself with…this? – he raised an eyebrow and she hung her head “Damn it.” – And, pray tell, when did you plan to include me in this literary advancement? Or is this gathering information for some future lover? –
- Well, I kind of hoped…you…since the book is yours…but I didn’t know how to ask… -
- Did you considered words and speaking by any chance? –
- Ummmm…. – her head was still down but she glanced at him
- I want to see you in the bedroom, naked, in five minutes. No comments, no questions, no complaints, the only thing I want to hear from your mouth is chosen safe-word and answers to my questions. Did I make myself clear? –
- Yes. – she jumped to her feet and run out of the room, he snickered quietly.
Flipping through the pages he glanced at pictures she payed most attention and grinned broadly. He guessed correctly, she did respond to artistry, simplicity and eroticism of almost basic, or at least more common, shibari forms. He didn’t asked Luna to bring him his silken cords, but he did still had ropes from his trip to Peru, with a bit of magic they could be useful now. Weighting in his head if that was correct way to handle this situation, she needed to learn how to express and demand her desires, not to put up with anything that is laid in front of her.
She was standing in front of the bed, mashing nervously from one foot to the other, hands twisted at seemingly impossible angle in a tight knot.
- Relax Kitten, or I might use you as a rope. – she jumped at the sound of his voice – Did you choose your safe-word? –
- Yes. –
- Let me hear it. –
- Ron. – she blushed, he felt like she hit him, his body recoiling slightly and her eyes became worried
- Why would you choose that of all the words you can choose from? I am fairly certain that your vocabulary is not that poor, surely you have at least one other word you can choose? –
- The book said that you have to choose word you can easily remember but not say it accidentally. – she was looking at the floor, red bloomed on her cheeks – I grew up with Ron, I won’t forget him. And his name is least likely to pass my lips in most situations, and I can’t think of none in the bedroom. –
- That is very logical explanation, but I must ask you to choose another word. – he sighed, everything was going backwards – Look at me Kitten. – he whispered and her eyes darted to meet his – Even if your choice is highly logical, and even if the safe word stops everything, trust me there is no man on this planet who would consider having anything sexual with you if your safe word is another man's name. Do you understand? –
- Yes. Sorry. –
- Can you think of something else? – she nodded – Do you need more time? –
- No. Platinum. –
- Why? – he nearly laughed, from name she jumped to a precious metal
- It is my favorite precious metal and… you remind me of it. It is unlikely that I won’t remember it. –
- Hmmm, alright, for now it will do. – he nodded, not wanting to correct her for the second time, she looked half scared out of her wit, but still eager enough to try. Taking a rope from his backpack, he tapped it lightly with the wand lengthening it, another tap and hoarse surface turned into a softer material. He frowned at the color.
- What is your favorite color Kitten? –
- Dark purple. – she whispered and bit her lip, he nodded and tapped the cord with the wand for the third time, giving it a shade between dark purple and deep dark blue. Standing few paces further he beckoned her silently to walk to him, and she obeyed with a shuddery breath. – Are you sure you want this? –
- Yes. –
- Are you afraid? –
- No…well yes, a little. –
- Why? –
- I don’t know, I just…am. –
- Tell me, what was so appealing to you when you read about it in the book? –
- It looked pretty – she blushed – and if…if I’m tied up then…I don’t have to… Well, decisions are not mine. I can… -
- Relax and enjoy without being responsible? –
- Yes... –
- And what is scaring you now? Me? –
- NO! – her answer was instantaneous – You are one of the few people I trust completely! – she sighed – I guess, loss of control scares me a little, even if I want it. –
- Kitten. – he lifted her head with one finger, surprised with his own desire to ease her into this, he himself liked shibari and he wanted to share that with her – Nothing is going to happen if you are not comfortable with it. Shibari, demands time to get used to, and we will start slow, but only if you want it. –
- I want it. – she raised her chin and looked at him – I thrust you. –
He nodded, his throat too constricted for him to speak. Taking a step back he circled around her, soaking in her sun kissed complexion, imagining that perfect skin crisscrossed with rope marks. With that image, he firmly planted himself in front of her, dragging the silky rope through his fingers.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione breathed sharply and tried to suppress the shivers. Every instinct she had told her that she indeed, did wanted to feel the ropes around her body, to be constricted and bound. But her mind screamed at her, that was against everything she done through her entire life. Her eyes seek his, but he was focused on folding the cord. Moment when he placed a cord around her neck was most exciting and scariest in her life. She forced herself to stay put, his soft voice captured her attention.
- Shibari is western name for Japanese art of bondage called Kinbaku. Kinbaku has its origins in Hojo-jutsu form of bondage used to restrain war captives and on occasion as a form of torture. -
She was mesmerized, her fear melted, his voice and touch became her anchors. Slight shiver had nothing to do with fear when he tied the first knot, nesting it in the dent where her collar bones meet.
- Kinbaku is more aggressive, more akin to its origins, but shibari is more of an art than anything else. It is sensual and spiritual. Shibari is a journey both for artist and the canvas. Patterns created with rope emphasize the traits of the person that is bound. But, on its own, shibari’ aim is beauty. – he made two more knots at equal distances – There are various ways to tie a rope around the body, and not all of them are restraining. Some of them can be applied by canvas itself, like this one we use today, though, it is most commonly activity for the two or more. –
Hermione gasped loudly. He straightened the cord ends and slowly glided his hand to her core, dragging them through her middle. Silken material pressed at her clitoris and dig itself between labia, snugged in the crack between her buttocks. With a same slow movement, feeling his thumb against every vertebra, he traveled along her back to the neck. She shivered again, feeling was oddly exciting. She couldn’t decide if it was caused by rope splitting her in half or his voice. He pulled the ends through loop around her neck, Hermione was glad that she chose to tie a tight bun that morning, and tugged on them, friction and the pressure increased and she whimpered.
- Shibari uses knots not only to create patterns but also to stimulate groups of nerve endings. Depending where the knot is positioned and how tightly it is pressed into the skin it can create powerful sensation. For example, we won’t do it today, but using a double rope, I could tie the knots along your back to enhance the state of your arousal by pressuring certain points along your spine. –
He was in front of her again, waving, twisting and tugging on rope ends. Hermione was mesmerized with his expression similar to the one he had while he was brewing, aroused by pressure on her core and by his almost whispering voice, and strangely liberated by the snug tightness of diamond patterns created by his skillful hands.
- For the first time, I tied it loosely. This type of shibari can have many uses, we will leave it on you for about 45 minutes or so. Dress now, we have more work and this should keep you focused. – she looked at him confused, yanked from her sedated state to harsh reality – If you start to feel uncomfortable or pain at any point I want you to tell me. Understood? –
- Yes. – she managed to squeeze
Walking presented special challenge, bending even more so. With every movement, ropes pressed on her skin, rubbed her clitoris and glided against her core. He was silent, but his eyes had that fire she liked so much deep inside. By the time she was dressed, her core was dripping. When they reached library, she was already panting lightly. Sitting on her spot she was wiggling, trying to alleviate pressure or at least to create more friction, achieving neither. Strange sensation of thrill wrap around her in a same diamond shape pattern as rope did. Suddenly. 45 minutes felt like eternity.
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