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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
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.

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: Ok, so I was faced with reminder that my previous two chapters lack in a small explanation or better yet warning. So here it goes: No matter how bondage sounds fun, it also can be dangerous and seriously harm you if executed improperly either by you or partner. Inexperience with rope-play, especially shibari, can land you in ER or cause serious rope-burns. Please, have that in mind!
Nightstar "Hhmm almost makes me want to go buy some silk rope and get me all tided up!!" - I'm glad you liked the chapters, but please if you do plan something like that be careful and at least use google for additional information (the ones that I didn't put in the "lesson").
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His eyes watered slightly, but hands continued to finely chop half of the big onion head. His mind wandered to the night after her first experience with ropes, the way he held her, the way her body seem to perfectly fit next to his. How she groaned and moaned when he was tenderly rubbing the oil into her skin, his own mixture of lavender, rosemary, chamomile and mint. How silky her skin felt under his fingers, while he was erasing the feeble lines and pressure points. How she whimpered as he applied gelatinous chamomile and marigold tincture to her molested clitoris, and to her twitching sphincter. The need to rub his fingers, as if it could bring the sensation once more was unnerving.
Four days passed since that night, and he found excuse to avoid having anything physical with her, save from regular applications of the tincture. It took all his strength away. Failing to find yet another excuse, he called Luna and Potter for tea and early dinner. He needed all the help he could get, even if that meant to suffer through Potter’s company.
Hermione was in the library, engrossed either in her article, one she started to write in collaboration with Bill, or in one of the books he gave her. He welcomed her focus shifting to anything else but his person. Unsure if he should be satisfied with the development or not. She became more apt at demanding that her needs are meet. Severus sighed “I guess ‘be careful what you wish for’ is very bad thing to be faced with” Luna was right about one thing, Hermione did provide him with a challenge, one that forced him to face himself, one that he could do without.
Door opened and Luna slipped in to the kitchen, she approached him and pressed a friendly kiss on his cheek.
- Need company. –
- Yours? –
- Harry and Ginny went to a muggle doctor, he has bunch of muggle pictures of yellow, grey and white blobs. He claims that it is their kid. I guess it’s impolite to tell him that I only see dots and blobs. – she sighed – Besides, you wanted to talk. –
- And what gave you that idea? – he glanced at her rising an eyebrow
- Just a hunch. – she shrugged – But, you do want my advice. –
- Simmer it down Luna, I am not in the mood to have yet another pointless debate about the seers. – he gave her half smile over the shoulder and waved his hand in the direction of the door.
- What did she do to you? – Luna giggled and he glared at her – Oh, don’t be silly, you know that doesn’t work on me. –
- She…enjoys…sh…bondage, I think. –
- Mhm… -
- I need her to be…to express...to be free. –
- Being tied up can give you quite a bit of freedom, you know that. It is quite a liberating experience contrary to popular belief. Just teach her how to communicate properly. –
- I’m not so sure I’m the right person for the task. -
- I do not see the problem. –
- That…it is not…I don’t…it’s more up to your alley. – he never stopped working on the onion, reducing it to the finely grounded mush – This is useless? –
- Our conversation? –
- No, this onion, I need it finely chopped not minced. – he groused and trashed the onion, taking another one, starting his work again
- You were saying… -
- Maybe I should find the way to introduce her to Jenna. –
- Why would you do that? –
- I am hardly qualified, I may know the what…how, but it is not…it’s just not me. –
- It is, to a certain degree, or else you wouldn’t introduce her to shibari. – Luna sat on the chair packing her legs in an impossible position and tilted her head – You know what to do, you are proficient at and you possess more than a little talent. –
- Certainly, you or Jenna… -
- She doesn’t know Jenna. Hermione is not trusting by nature, she doesn’t trust me and we fought in a war, shoulder to shoulder, why do you think she would trust Jenna? –
- Yes, because our history if full of moments that warrant her thrust in me. –
- Like it or not, she does trust you. More than her friends. – Luna nibbled on a small cubes of cheddar cheese he prepared beforehand – Severus, you opened the door, you must teach her now. –
- It’s not like she’s… She has that list…she doesn’t know what she loves, what she wants. – tossing a knife with loud cling he turned to face Luna – More than a half of those things on that list…it’s just not…her. –
Luna crooked her head, leaning it almost to the shoulder and raised an eyebrows, she had a smile on the lips but her eyes were stern
- Severus, you have that bond with her, you are Legilimens, and you have her thrust, on a top of it all you are not irresponsible or inexperienced. There is no one more qualified to teach her. – her speech made him roll his eyes “You have no idea.” Luna continued, small tingle in her voice making him flinch – Even if it’s not …her, I won’t even ask how you know that, it is she who has to figure that out. You cannot let her go and explore on her own. – he gave her annoyed look and Luna frowned, all softens vanishing from her features – Do you really want to take that responsibility, to let her go and explore on her own? Knowing that she won’t go to the club, she would just find…someone…anyone. You know how dangerous inexperience can be! –
- I know. Oh, bollocks! – he dragged his hand over his face, swore and turned to wash his face, rinsing his eyes, he finally turned back to Luna – She’s just curious. –
- So much unlike you or I. – she raised from the chair and stand across to him – Face it, wanted or not, you are responsible for her. Take good care of her, treat her well. -
- I know. – he sighed, surrendering – Very well, in that case I’ll need… -
- I know what you need, you’ll get it tomorrow. – Luna smiled again – I know Hermione, maybe better than either of you think, so do me a favor, go through that list of hers with her but…save the best for the end. –
- My mistake for doubting in you Luna. – he grinned, waving his hand – My apologies. –
The sound of broken glass startled them both, Potter was on the door, pale and flabbergasted. The same way he appeared he vanished and they just started to laugh. They were still laughing when Hermione stormed into the kitchen, she set upon Severus with narrow eyes, he could feel her vibrating anger rising
- What did you do to Harry? –
- Nothing, Potter didn’t linger long enough for me to do anything. – he barely choked out through the dying laughter
- Severus apologized to me. – giggled Luna and Hermione’s shoulders slacked
- Well, that explains it. He’s in shock. Sorry. – she turned to him and he shrugged
Hermione turned to Luna, he could not see her face but he could feel her being torn between uncomfortable tug in her lower abdomen and shame.
- Are you …staying tonight? – she asked and Severus felt a stab in his chest
- No, I’ll drop by tomorrow to bring something to Severus but after that I have to go, field work. –
- Ok, have fun wherever you are. –
- Oooo I intend to, Rolf is going with me. – Luna had innocent smile on her bright face – Anyways, I’ll go with Harry after dinner, if Severus ever manage to serve it. –
- That’s my que. Ladies, please leave my domain. –
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Hermione nibbled on her lip watching Luna and Harry disappearing in to the dusk. She was satisfied that there was no awkwardness between Luna and her, they even stole a kiss in the library. Secretly, she was happy that Luna went home, in all honesty she didn’t want Luna to stay. It was fun being with Luna but she was hoping to coerce Severus in to more shibari actions.
“I am the worst.”
“Why?”
“Luna is nothing but nice, and I don’t want her here, not now.”
“I don’t think she would be mad if you told her that. Luna is nice but smart enough not to take offence.”
“But…”
“Take what you want, not what is offered to you.”
She sighed, the voice was right. Walking in to the kitchen she found Severus washing the dishes.
- I’ll do it. You prepared the food. –
- It is not problem. –
- I know, but I want it. – she smiled at him, he looked at her and stepped away from the sink. He was leaning against the table as she washed the dishes – Do you have anything in mind for tonight? –
- Depends. –
- On what? –
- On your mood, and your condition. –
- Is something wrong with me? –
- No, not that I know of. –
- Then what condition is demanded of me? –
- Willingness to explore I suppose. –
- Bedroom. - drying her hands, she turned to him, mimicking his raised eyebrow, this was not question or proposition, her voice held a firm note of order. He just chuckled and shook his head. Walking around the corridor she wondered what he had in mind, but whatever it was she wanted it.
She hoped that he would take the rope again, two days after that evening she felt fantastic, almost sedated. Her mind was still. No nightmares plagued her sleep. She was in peace. And he didn’t do much, ok he did fuck her until her brain liquefied and she found herself in another plane of existence. The sensation of the ropes biting into her skin was grounding, and if he didn’t hold those ropes, she could swear that she would float away like a balloon filled with helium. She couldn’t even begin to describe the feelings caused by slow lovemaking, or him holding her until her senses returned to her mind.
Mild zap of what felt like electric shock yanked her from her reverie. She was completely naked, laying on the bed. He was completely dressed, she frowned. Need to feel his skin against hers was almost overwhelming. Even if she wanted to protest, something on his face stopped her. He looked same as always, his eyes as unreadable as always, but there was something, almost like the perfume. Hermione couldn’t put her finger on it but she knew that something changed about him, and she found it pleasantly alluring.
Without much as a word, he pushed her knees to bend, spreading them, and kept on pushing, rolling her back up. She was confused but also curious to see what he had in mind, unsure how he could use her if he rolls her up in a ball, because if he continued to do this that was how she’ll end up. Her knees almost touched her shoulders and he stopped pushing her. From this position, her line of sight was seriously diminished, but she could feel him shifting on the bed. He was behind her, she deduced by the shift of the mattress. Her back eased up as he gently rolled her back to lean on his thighs, supporting her back but also placing her firmly in that bent shape.
She didn’t know what to do with her legs in this position. Pondering on whether she should try to put them on the mattress again, or on her shoulders which would bend her even more, or... she nearly yelped when he dragged his fingers along her tibia and leaned her feet on his shoulders. Now she could see him, his face oddly sharp from that angle. Her muscles relaxed slowly as she transferred he weight on his legs, wondering what he could do even like this, by her opinion her legs were on the way. Her feet were holding a distance between them, and he would have to go around her legs to use his hands. She frowned, confused.
The bottle with tincture flashed before her eyes, and she gasped as he lightly tapped the drop of gelatine on her sensitive spot. Apparently, his arms were long enough not to be bothered with her legs. She almost sighed with relief. Instead of the sigh she gasped again as he continued to rub the tincture in, causing little snaps of electricity to tingle against her skin. She knew, he didn’t have to do anything but simply touch her. The bottle with oil mixture zapped to his hand, she watched almost fascinated as he tickled few drops in her perineum and let them glide towards the dent of her buttocks. He continued with his meticulous massage, rubbing the oil into her skin. Small zaps traveling in a wake of his fingers.
- Do you think everything would feel different if we don’t have these aspects, personal ones? – talking left her a bit breathless with her diaphragm pressed
- Most certainly. – his voice was a whisper but she heard it clearly – As I managed to gather from our research, they work as an amplifier of sorts. it is only logical to presume that in other circumstances experience would be…less intense. -
- Do you want to remove it? –
- I do not care one way or the other. – she felt him shrug – Do you? –
- No. I presume they’ll be stripped when we break the curse completely, but…I wouldn’t mind if they stay even after that, I mean… Oughhhhhh – moan stopped her mid-sentence. He was massaging tender flesh around the pucker hole, that was now twitching in sync with her core.
- You were saying… - there was a note of wicked mischief in his voice
- Yes, well…oh never mind. What are you doing? –
- Applying the oil to the area that was overly stimulated by the rope. – he replied flatly
- That area was never…oh…oh! – she moaned as his fingers traveled down her back a tingling sensation, the gush of icy wind surged through her
- I must be doing something wrong, your brain still working. – he mocked and she decided to ignore it
- So, I’ll be able to cross another thing from my list later. –
- I doubt that, not at least you discover that you are not comfortable with the idea. – he continued to massage, in smaller circles more focused, she gasped again.
The sensation was pleasant, oil making his fingers glide rather than rub, feeling like silk against her skin. The pressure caused her to wish for more than just gliding sensation, she wanted to feel that zap on the inside not just outside. But, with all her reading she never came across this position, she suspected that this was not the best way for her muscles to be relaxed. “What did he say?”
- Why not? – she finally managed to hunt down that bar of slippery soap that were her thoughts
- You said that you read all you could get your hands on. – he was mocking her again
- I did. I even watched a few movies. – she admitted feeling the blush heating her cheeks, she screwed her eyes tightly shut
- Pornography Miss Granger, tsk…tsk… -
- It was just…I found the movies while I was living in Grimmould…and at the time Ron was pressing the idea…so I watched the movies…but…but…Ughhhhhh! – she exhaled and opened her eyes to see what was cause of the sensation, but she was unable to see that much even if she noticed that his hand was still – Why not tonight? –
- Where did you exactly finding those books you were reading? In a church library? – he sighed – I was under the impression that you know much more than you do. –
- I… uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh…talk…later – she moaned and noticed the slight smirk before her eyes flew shut once again.
- Finally. However, you will say the moment you feel any kind of unpleasantness. Is that understood? – his voice soft and firm in the same time, she nodded, breathing starting to be an issue if she would speak.
The slight pressure and she felt his finger sliding, still silky from oil, deeper inside, pushing through the muscle ring. She hissed, the burn was faint but present and yet that didn’t cause the hiss. The deeper his finger pressed, the more she need to feel him, her rear end hole twitched, developing rather unnatural trait akin to sucking. Her muscles didn’t just want to hold on to the digit, she was now afraid she might break, but also to suck it in even deeper. It felt odd, like she had pressing need to go to the toilet, but in reverse. She wondered how it would feel if the digit wasn’t so static. As if he could read her thoughts, he slowly started to pump his finger, not really moving it much but still causing world of unfamiliar feelings. She hissed again.
- Is everything alright? -
- Yessss – she managed to breath out, he stopped moving – I’m fin, better than…burns just slightly but not too unpleasant. –
He didn’t say anything but his finger resume to move, adding a bit of wiggling on occasion. Her mind was racing with multitude of different feelings, divided of any tangible thoughts. She felt her insides jiggle, her rectal muscles contracting in the same rhythm. It was too much and too little at the same time. She pressed her feet at him and unpleasant sting stopped her when her muscles went from relaxed to rigid. His finger slide out of her in a snail’s pace, and she cried out her dissatisfaction.
- Relax. – his other hand was brushing along her back
- If…if we change the position I think we could try… -
- Not tonight, Kitten. Not while you are in this state. – his voice was gentle now, she opened her eyes
- What state? –
- Your monthly…. – he didn’t manage to finish
She felt panic rising and moved fast, rolling, almost jumping over him, embraced to the core. In all the struggle, she managed to hit him with her knee. Through the rush of blood in her ears she heard him growling "Merlin’s fuzzy bollocks, woman!" . As she run out of the room, she noticed that he’s holding an arm over his right eye, but even that wasn’t enough to stop her from rushing to the toilet, locking the door behind.
A/N: WARNING! Ummm, just a quick not about the position they use - it is doable but I wouldn't recommend it without huge pillow or pilates ball as a back rest, and certainly NOT with inexperienced partner (if you use it for the same purpose) ;)
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