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The Fantasy Book	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 44517 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: Back on track with this one, though finding more fantasies is going to be difficult!

Warm sheets enveloped her. A soft, thick pillow rested under her head and a gentle glow crept through the darkness, flittering against her eyelids as she breathed slowly in and out. The sheets were cotton, some ridiculously high thread count, unlike anything she owned. Hermione’s eyes bolted open and her gaze was met with a strange wall that was not the wall of her bedroom. Or any room in which she had ever woken. For a moment she felt the wave of panic sweep through her body, tightening her chest, constricting her heart. But like a tsunami the memories of the previous night flooded into her mind. She hadn’t remembered being placed in the bed, or even getting out of the tub, but she must have slumbered so soundly that as he’d moved her she didn’t wake.

            Hermione blinked twice before smiling and then she closed her eyes, nestling her head back into the pillow. One of Severus Snape’s sensual fantasies. The thought of the man caused her to open her eyes once more. She was facing the wall, but she gently rolled over and stared at the empty bed. It was an enormous bed; she hadn’t had a chance to note its elegance when he’d taken her on it the night before. She frowned. The bed was empty, and despite the rumpled sheets and slightly misshapen pillow that indicated he had slept beside her, she felt her heart drop low in her chest. If he was not in the bed where was he? Logically he had risen and headed for a shower, perhaps a soak in the tub, breakfast, or any number of things that the man did on a regular basis after waking.

            The room was surprisingly warm for being the dungeons, though she supposed that he had cast a warming spell, or lit a fire to keep the rooms livable. Hermione felt the dull ache between her legs and grinned; it reminded her of the pleasures he had shared with her. He was long, and plenty thick, filling her however selfishly to pleasures previously known to her only in her fantasies. And again a cold wave swept through her. The fantasy book was in his sitting room, unguarded. She twisted and tangled in the sheets as she tried to free her limbs and climb from the bed. There were fantasies in there that did not need reviewing; some more embarrassing than others, and some that he would not approve of. She stumbled and fell back against the mattress, growling softly as she stood up and shimmied out of the sheets.

            Hermione stood at the foot of his bed, naked. With a frown she grabbed the sheets and wrapped them around her body. It would do her no good to go rushing into his sitting room naked. She ran her fingers through her hair and then sighed. So much had happened in the last twenty-four hours it was almost too good to be true. With the sheets pulled securely around her waist, she poked her head in the darkened bathroom just to be sure he was not within, before stepping out into the sitting room. She bit her lower lip as she spied him on the couch, the book opened in his lap.

            “Good morning,” he said softly, not lifting his eyes from his reading. He wore a long, thick black dressing robe, tied loosely around his middle; his feet tucked warmly into black slippers. She blushed but smiled anyhow; it was pleasant to see him, even if he was reading through the book that she’d never intended for him to see.

            “Morning,” she said with a slight yawn.

            “I trust you slept well?” he asked, still not adverting his eyes to meet hers.

            “Yes, thank you,” she said and moved across the room until she stood in front of him. “And you?”

            Severus slowly lifted his head from the book and allowed his eyes to sweep over her figure before meeting her gaze. “I have not had the experience of having another share my bed,” he said.

            Hermione’s face paled. She knew that she often tossed and turned in her sleep, occasionally drooling and snoring. Her eyes swam with worry. Perhaps she was an unsuitable bed partner.

            “It was pleasing,” he said and nodded his head at the space on the couch beside him.

            Hermione sighed and then smiled before sitting beside him, a bit closer than she had intended. Her thigh rested against his and she found her shoulder quite close to his. She shifted slightly, fooling with the sheet to keep it high up on her chest as she did.

            “Do you make it a habit of wearing the bed clothes as your dressing?” he asked.

            “Oh,” she blushed again. “I didn’t have a robe,” she muttered and looked down into her lap.

            Severus placed a hand on the top of her thigh, resting it gently there before he gazed into her eyes. “This book…” he drawled. Hermione was blushing so brightly she was sure she was going to remain red permanently. She reached forward to grasp the book from his lap but he placed his hands on hers. “There is no need to flush, Hermione,” he said. “I find it most intriguing…the detail and design that went into its construction is unique and shows a talent of your magical abilities…as well as your sexual creativity…”

            Hermione bowed her head and closed her eyes trying to make the blush creep back out of her cheeks. “I never meant for you to actually read it,” she muttered.

            He chuckled; a soft sound that was rich and filled her ears. She couldn’t help but smile as his hand stroked slowly and gently over her thigh. “I cannot say that I am apt to try everything in this book…due to personal preference…” he said, leaning closer to her. “But some of these…fantasies…are most intriguing…”

            It was the way he spoke, the way the words tumbled off his lips, slick like honey. Her blood stirred and her core tingled just listening to him. She leaned slightly closer to him, her lips hovering near his ear. “You are intriguing…” she whispered.

            “Dare I not ask why,” he said and then flipped a few pages in the book. “This is intriguing…” he said and pulled his head slowly back, glancing down to the words on the page.

            Hermione leaned over his lap, eying the page. She scooted back and whimpered slightly. “Oh!” She coughed and attempted to hide her squeak of surprise. “I mean, oh. That one?” she asked, face once again red.

            “I do find it to be unique,” he said.

            “You did say you didn’t care for public places,” she countered.

            “Yes, be that as it may, you’ve piqued my curiosity with this one, I must admit,” he said and then gently closed the book. “However if you are unwilling to oblige, I will take no offense.”

            She clutched the sheets tight to her chest and then closed her eyes. “You really want to indulge that? It was a stupid idea— just something that I—”

            “Fantasized?” he smirked slightly and touched his fingers gently to her chin, tilting her head up until his lips hovered over hers. “You have more than returned the favor, Miss Granger, if you do not wish to—”

            “Hermione,” she corrected. “Please, it’s Hermione. I slept over, and you’re learning things about me that no man should know,” she blushed. “So please at least use my first name?”

            He nodded slowly. “That will take some getting used to,” he said though her given name had flowed somewhat freely from his lips the night before. He placed the book on the coffee table and stood from the couch. “Hermione, I will not be offended if you do not wish to indulge my inquiries of this particular fantasy,” he said.

            “It’s not that!” she cried and stood up, losing her grip on the sheets. For a moment she stood bare before him. Quickly bending to gather the sheets Hermione tried to cover her body but was stopped when he placed a hand gently on her right hip.

            “Such a lovely figure,” he commented and traced his hand slowly up her side until he cupped her breast.

            She bit her lips and tried very hard not to blush. “Do you think it would be safe? You know, from anyone wandering in?” her voice was a soft cracked whisper.

            “What prefect do you know that goes off for a luxury soak at half eight on a Saturday morning?” he asked with a hint of his tell-tale smirk.

            It was a ridiculous fantasy, one that was simplistic in nature but so dangerous that she wasn’t even sure why she’d put it in the book to begin with. But as Hermione thought on it she supposed she had never intended for him to read the book, much less to be acting on its contents. He left his chambers, leaving her alone with the book and instructions to meet him inside the Prefects bathroom in twenty minutes. Part of her longed to destroy the book to save the further humiliation she felt knowing he would most likely read every entry thoroughly. But a part of treasured the fact that he was so eager to act upon her sexual appetite. She knew he would not approve of everything and some of them would be impossible, but others not so unachievable and perhaps it would even be fun. With a slight giggle she rose from the couch, entered his bedroom and found her robes. They were a bit worn but a simple cleansing spell had them looking fresh.

            Hermione looked paranoid as she skittered up the corridor toward the prefect’s bathroom. She was certain that someone was watching that at any moment a student or worse, one of the professors was bound to come around the corner and see her lurking suspiciously near the door, or worse, entering the prefect’s bathroom. She hissed the password with such speed that the door did not open at first. Repeating herself she slipped inside with no fewer than three cursory glances up and down the corridor before the door shut behind her. She glanced around the large luxurious bathroom and noted that the personal bubble tub in the far right corner was steaming and bubbling. She felt her heart skip a beat.

            The main tub was empty, void of people and water. Even the mermaid was absent from her portrait and for this she was grateful as she made her way toward the back of the room. It arched out into a circle toward the back and off to the right in a half-hidden corner rested the bubble tub. It was similar to that of a muggle hot tub, only with coloured and scented bubbles and massaging jets that worked of their own accord. As she approached the tub, the steam swirled around her and she could just make out his figure, resting with ease against the wall of the tub.

            Hermione trembled as she reached the edge of the tub. She placed her hands on the surface of the steaming bubbling water. It was searing, but comfortable and for a moment her troubles and worries of being seen melted away. Through the floating steam she could see him watching her, an almost feral grin on his lips. He beckoned her slowly toward him and Hermione shivered. She shrugged slowly out of her robes and climbed up into the tub, one foot at a time up the metal ladder until she was easing down into the hot water. She sank beneath the surface of the water and for a moment felt surrounded completely by the water’s warmth. As she broke the surface of the water she felt hands reaching out to her shoulders, pulling her toward him.

            “Oh,” she whispered and slowly slid up onto his lap. Hermione felt his length firm in his lap as she straddled his legs and leaned her body against him. “Are you sure no one will—”

            “This is your fantasy, Hermione…” he whispered. His hands, dripping with bubbles stroked slowly up her back. She arched forward, pushing her breasts closer to his face. Her nipples were stiff, straining toward his lips as he lowered his head to gently kiss the upper swell of her breasts. “Heated pleasure…” he whispered.

            She hadn’t meant to name her fantasies, but it had been part of the fun. But Hermione’s mind was slowly losing its grip as she felt his lips circle gently around her nipple before he suckled it into his mouth. She moaned, arching forward further, her lap sliding over his member, feeling him pulse and twitch beneath the water. The steam caused her hair to curl close around her face and she closed her eyes, feeling his large hands stroking up the length of her back. Hermione groaned feeling his fingers tangle in the back of her hair as his lips trailed slowly up to suckle the side of her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin.

            Her hips slowly began to rock and the bubbles in the tub began to swirl around; the jets starting to shoot hot blasts of massaging water around the place where they sat. Severus held a steady hand on her back, the other tangled in her hair as he continued to assail her neck with kisses. She whimpered once more, trying to lift her hips high enough to slide onto his member but he shifted slightly, rocking his own hips, sliding his length against her slit beneath the water, teasing her.

            “Oh,” she moaned. “Please…” her eyes slowly opened and she pressed her lips against the top of his head. “Please…” she moaned. “Let me feel you…” again she rocked her hips, trying to guide him into her womanhood, her hands trailing down his chest beneath the water.

            “No hands…” he whispered and captured both of her wrists with the hand that had been tangled in her hair. He pulled them gently up above her head and smirked at her whimpering protest as he once again lowered his lips to her breasts.

            Hermione struggled in his lap, trying to arch her hips and lift her body enough to slide onto his length. But just as she would get his tip close he would shift and tease her further, nipping at her nipple as she whimpered her frustration. “Please!” she cried, longing to feel his length fill her, longing to feel the water splashing against her as she rode him.

            “Please, what?” he whispered against her ear and then slowly claimed her lips in a deep kiss. His tongue slipped into her mouth and captured her groan as she rocked almost violently against his lap. Severus kept her wrists pinned above her head, causing her breasts to ark forward against him as he devoured her mouth. “Please, what, Hermione?” he asked slowly breaking the kiss.

            Hermione’s eyes were hooded with desire. Her eyelids blinked slowly, heavy with lust and the urge to feel him. In her fantasy he had not teased her so long. She wriggled her hips in desperation. “Please, Severus, let me mount you,” she whimpered, desperate to feel him.

            With tender kisses up the length of her neck he slowly released her wrists and let them fall to her side as he suckled her earlobe into his mouth and nipped at her soft flesh. “Ride me,” he whispered. It sent a shiver up her spine as she lifted her hips, finding his member easily as she let her hands slip beneath the water and guide him. Hermione pushed down against his lap and sheathed his erection within her. She moaned. It felt strange beneath the hot bubbling water; but not unpleasant as she began to slide up his length only to bounce down into his lap once more.

            The water splashed against her, creating a delicious sensation as his lips claimed hers, both hands tangling in his hair. She braced her hands on his shoulders and gyrated her hips, bouncing up and down in his lip with an urgent need. The jets pummeled them, the bubbles were everywhere, steam surrounding them, she could hardly breathe. Her head spun with sensations and she cried out as he pinched her nipple, arching her chest forward as she rode him. Water splashed everywhere and she could feel the tightening sensation building at her center as she approached her climax.

            Hermione shrieked, whimpering and shuddering as she felt one hand between them, flicking fiercely in the water against her sensitive nub. Her body trembled as she felt her release squeezing tightly against his member as she slid into his lap. She felt his hips bucking up beneath her, still pumping into her as she climaxed. His body tensed and she felt him moan as he too came; his body quaking against hers. She was panting as her head collapsed against his shoulder. Hot, wet hands were on her shoulders, gripping her close to him and she eagerly fell against his chest, dislodging herself from his lap. With a contented sigh she nuzzled her nose against his neck and smiled. It was a fantastic fantasy.

            “You have a lot of explaining to do!” a voice shrieked.

            Hermione jumped apart from him and screamed.

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