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Chapter
Twenty � Home Sweet Hoe

Author:
Queen Celestia

Disclaimer: I don�t own HP

AN: I hope by the title of this chapter you get an inkling of what
happens. :^ )

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�Home?� she looked at the rough and tumble neighbourhood, it looked more like one of those American
Ghettos, than a place to call home.

Without replying, Severus walked up the
grungy steps to the front door, before inserting a key and opening the door.
Hesitantly Hermione followed, her eyes lingering on the dirty windows.

Upon entering the house, it was apparent
that the owner did not spend much time there, the air of neglect evident.

�Remove your shoes.� Severus indicated the
spot to place her shoes, which was covered in cobwebs, and she could have sworn
a large beady eyed spider was smiling at her from the corner.

With some disgust and much hesitation, she
followed his instruction.

Pushing a finger through the thick layer of
dust, Hermione wrinkled her nose. �Home?� her voice had taken on an air of
incredulity.

�Yes.� with a satisfied sigh, Severus
plopped himself into a ratty old armchair, a layer of dust poofing
up, before more firmly settling around him. With a flick of his wand a tray
with a glass and a bottle of Ogdens Finest, floated
towards him.

�It�s disgusting,� she muttered, before
waving her wand in a circle, with a soft wind all the dust suddenly funneled
into a miniature dust bunny tornado, which she carefully directed out the front
door to blow out into the wind. Severus watched her work in silent amusement,
nursing his drink.

Pausing in her vacuum spell, she glared at
Severus, �Aren�t you going to help?�

Giving her a smirk, he replied, �Why should
I? You�re the one that seems bothered by it.� To emphasize his point, he placed
his feet on the small coffee table, and wriggled black clad toes at her.

Heaving a satisfying snarl in his
direction, she continued to clean; a kind of frenzy over taking her.� It seemed wherever she turned there was
something revolting that needed to be cleaned up ASAP.

�You know, I�ve always thought about
getting a house elf, but with you around I don�t think I�ll bother,� Severus�
thoughtful voice cut in.

The tension seemed to mount up, slowly from
her toes up through her back until it seemed to burst a blood vessel somewhere
near her brain.

Aiming her wand in Severus� direction she
wordlessly hexed him, with the worst possible hex she could think of at the
moment � itchy balls. To her fury, he lazily deflected it.

Smirking he murmured, �Too obvious
Hermione, too obvious.�

Giving a strangled shriek, she marched into
the adjoining room, which turned out to be the kitchen. It wasn�t spacious, but
it had enough space to make a meal, except Hermione�s focus wasn�t drawn to the
space of the room, but more to the smell
of the room.

�When was the last time you cleaned this
kitchen?� she asked, trying to locate the source of the smell.

Severus didn�t bother to reply, as� he heard her
rattle dishes in the kitchen, before filling the sink with warm hot soapy
water.

Except� �SEVERUS! WHY IS YOUR WATER BROWN?�

Not bothering to get up, or show any
concern, he replied, �Rust, it�s only rust.�

Popping her head back to the living room,
she stared at him, �Severus when was the last time you got your plumbing
checked for this house?�

He stared at her, blankly, before replying,
�Never. Anyways rust has some iron in it, no harm in getting an extra dosage.�

Looking at him as if he had grown another
head, she said nothing and returned to the kitchen, the smell needed to be
located.

Eyeing the fridge with discomfort, she
carefully brandished her wand towards it, before announcing, �I�m going to look
in the fridge.� Carefully she took a step forward, she could hear Severus say
something to her, but it was coming out muffled.

�WHAT? I can�t hear you!� she replied, her
focus on the relatively inane handle.

He repeated it, but she still couldn�t quite catch what he was saying, so
deciding it wasn�t that important, she reached forward to open the door.

A large shriek, followed by the quick slam
of a door told Severus that she hadn�t heard him, and as she came barreling
towards him a look of abject terror upon her face, a feeling of hilarity began
to take form.

�Oh gods, oh gods,� she kept repeating, as
she clung onto him for dear life.

�Hermione, I did warn you not to open the fridge,� he murmured, softly petting
her hair.

Turning spiteful eyes up at her husband she
gritted out, �You didn�t warn me enough.
Oh Merlin, it�s an entire little ecosystem in there.�

�Really? It turned out that well?� interest laced his voice as he shifted
position, wanting to go see the ecosystem.

�Don�t go there!� her grip tightened on his
robes, as she buried her head against his chest, �There�s mold all over the fridge, sickeningly dingy brown mold.�

�Fantastic,� Severus had settled back down,
but the joy in his voice brought Hermione up short.

�What do you mean by �fantastic� Severus? NORMALLY, when there�s mold all over the
fridge, it means that it needs to be cleaned or thrown out,
normal people would never let their fridges even reach such a state! And those
bugs! Urgh!�

Continuing to pet his wifes
head, Severus made shushing noises, trying very hard to hide his amusement at
her.

�Hermione, I made it become that way.�

Her shivering stopped, before she looked up
at him, �Made it? WHY WOULD YOU WANT
SMALL CREATURES LIVING IN YOUR FRIDGE?�

Giving a sigh, he stared at Hermione�s red
face, the traces of terror still upon her face.

�Because when I found the rare and highly
prized mold Aspergillus foetidus
growing in a corner of my fridge, I decided to accommodate it.�

�You have Aspergillus foetidus growing in your fridge? Why
didn�t you move your fridge to your labs then?�

�Hermione, you should know as well as I do,
that this strain of mold is extremely temperamental, and only grows in certain
environments. If I were to move my fridge, it could upset the entire balance
and I could lose my harvest.�

Continuing to glare at him, she finally
relented, knowing that Aspergillus foetidus when sold would make a pretty
penny.

A loud cracking startled both of them, a tiny form appeared before them in the middle of the
living room.

�Evenin� sir and
miss, sorry we be late, but somethin�
came up at Hogwarts, sorry sir and miss, what may be our punishment?�

�Severus, why is a house elf here?�

Glancing away shiftily, Severus replied, �I
figured if we were to stay here you might want it clean so I figured I�d borrow
a few house elves from Hogwarts due to their proficiency.�

Giving him a dirty glare, she turned her
attentions back to the house elf, and plastered a kindly smile upon her face,
�No punishments, just make sure to clean this house spic and span.�

Giving a nod the house elf winked out.

Prodding him sharply in the side, Hermione
hissed, �Why didn�t you tell me?�

�Because it was amusing,� he replied,
returning his gaze to hers.

�Severus Snape!� she began, but was
silenced by his kiss. Struggling to pull away, she only seemed to position
herself to be held more conveniently by Severus.

He stilled her protesting mouth, by slipping
his tongue around hers, his hands rubbing circles into her hips, causing her to
relax entirely into his embrace.

She began to fight against his dominant
possession of her mouth, her tongue winding and pushing against his, as she worked
out her anger.

Who was this man, who enraged her beyond
the point of logical reason? Who with one touch silenced her angry voice, and
who with one snide comment could cut down her self esteem to pieces?

She ground against him wantonly, feeling
his erection press against her crotch; she cursed the robes and the clothes
that separated them.

Growling, Severus� actions began to be
rougher as he roughly tore at her robes, attempting to get them off without
breaking contact.

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A pop behind them could be heard before a
rather squeaky and noticeably embarrassed voice announced, �Sir and Miss dinner is ready.�

A disheveled Hermione looked over to the
practically blushing house elf, �Thank you.�

The elf nodded and winked out.

Settling more comfortably into Severus� lap
she sighed, �I guess we should eat.�

Running his finger along her cheek, he
murmured, �And be quick about it, I don�t think I can wait too much longer before
I can stick my cock into you witch.�

Shivering, she cast him a naughty smile,
�If you keep talking like that than I fear we won�t make it to dinner.�

Squeezing her waist, he gently pushed her
off of him, before getting up himself.

�We will, because I�m hungry,� he growled,
before practically dragging her to the small dining room.

Much to Hermione�s relief the House Elves
had done their duty, and the room was clean, albeit dark. A dark mahogany
dinner table, that could seat six was laden with food, and set for two.� Two chairs set close together at one end of
the table, with candles lighting the area they were to eat from.

Settling down into the carved matching
mahogany chair, she looked at the food, a small smile tugging at her mouth.

�Seems like the House Elves approve of our
doings,� Severus purred, dipping his finger into the warm liquid chocolate, before
slowly licking it off.

�Yes,� she replied, looking down at the
light spread before them. It seemed it was Fondue themed, with strawberries,
melons, bananas and apples laid out around a fondue pot full of rich melted
chocolate. Crusty rolls, beside butter and jam were there, along side a light red
wine.

Breaking a roll, Severus slowly lathered it
with butter, before adding some blueberry jam atop of it.

Watching his hands, Hermione sat
transfixed, the burning in her belly, turning every action he did into a sexual
innuendo.

�Hermione, are you going to stare at me all
night, or are you going to nourish yourself?� his amused voice broke in,
causing her to start visibly, her face turning beet red. �Oh gosh, he had
caught her checking him out, fantasizing.�

Picking up a banana, she carefully peeled
it, her thoughts running through her mind, as she began an internal struggle, �why
should she suddenly feel so shy? They had done many rather deviant things, but
suddenly, being caught out fantasizing;� here she dipped the banana into some
chocolate, and slowly sucked the chocolate off; �seemed so private, so
embarrassing, as if she was basing her �ideal man� upon him.�

�Was she really?� She nibbled the banana,
her brow furrowing, half wanting these feelings to be purely built on lust, but
to be completely honest with herself, if she did not
like Snape, she would not be caring for him the way she did. Wanting him so
much, craving his touch.

Severus was watching her in general
amusement, noticing that her choice of food, arousing but sweet in the way that
she was not deliberately eating it in order to seduce him, he could see her
brow furrowing, as she thought. What could she be thinking about?

A strong urge to peek into her mind,
overcame him, and when she made brief eye contact with him, he entered, the
scenes and places rushing past him, before settling on the thoughts that were
foremost at her mind.

�Was she in love with Severus?� Hermione
finished her banana, before setting into a crusty roll, crumbling it in her
hands, her mind working over time, as she tried to analyze her feelings.

Severus� stomach clenched, as he saw
Hermione�s thoughts, he felt as if his blood had turned to ice.

This sweet little Gryffindor had gone and
fallen in love with him, the absurdity of it all. He was tempted to look
outside to see if the sky was falling.

Perhaps it had been a very bad idea to
leave her horny, while eating dinner. It made her think things, in her fevered state.

Cross, he broke away from her mind, rathering to just stare at her contemplative expression as
she covered her face in crumbs and chocolate.

�Could she love a man, whom she knew
practically nothing about?� Dipping a melon into the chocolate, she remembered
the old lady in the shop today, yelling murderer.

�What could Severus have done, to make some
bag lady fear him in such a manner?�

Her gaze slipped to his, and she gave a
small start to realize he was staring at her.

�Severus? Is there something on my face?�
she began to pat her chin, mortified to find it covered in crumbs.

The cold look in his eyes seemed to fade
into general amusement, as he murmured, �Oh there�s much more than crumbs Hermione.�

�What do you mean? Where?�
she began to dab randomly around her face frantically.

�Be still,� he hissed, before leaning
forward, and gently licking the chocolate from the corner of her mouth, his
lips brushed against hers, thoroughly breaking her train of thought.

Persistently, she tried to make his contact
more firm, but every time she moved forward, he moved
back, keeping all their touch to a brushing with more space than contact.

With a brief shriek, she toppled across the
table, right into his lap. Her head, awkwardly placed at an angle looked out
from his thigh, her torso slammed up against the table, her butt high in the
air while her feet tried desperately to remain on their tippy
toes so as to not break the equilibrium.

A loud guffaw emitted from Severus, before
he helped to right her somewhat, her face beet red.

�Severus! That�s not funny!� she brushed
the crumbs that had seemed to magically appear all over her off her rumpled
robes, while Severus neatly grabbed the fondue dish.

�Good thing you didn�t spill the
chocolate,� he replied, a glint in his eye, before he stood up and began to leave
her.

�Hey! What do you mean by that?� Leaving
her robes as ruined, she followed him towards a bookcase, and watched in some
amazement as it opened up to reveal a rather unwelcoming rickety dark
staircase.

Not replying, he proceeded forward, the bookcase
sliding closed behind them.

�Where are we going Severus?� she called,
being careful not to trip on her robes while navigating the uneven stairs.

His silence seemed to be unnerving her, and
with much relief they appeared upon a landing, lit up by torches, he turned
west, and Hermione was interested to see that once she had past the torches,
they went out knowing as if they weren�t needed.

It seemed the house was much bigger than it
looked on the outside, almost like a small fortress, she mused, her mind
wondering on what spells were placed to make this house seem so deceiving in
appearances.

A large black wood door appeared before
them, with large brass handles, and with a careless wave of his hand the doors
opened inwards revealing

a large and spacious bedroom, well it would have been large and
spacious if there hadn�t been bookshelves crammed against every wall, while
also surrounding the dresser and vanity.

In the middle of the room lay a large bed,
a large metal head board comprised of bars, contrasted with smoothly lain out,
green plaid cotton bedsheets.

�Plaid?� she asked her eyebrow raised, as Severus deposited the fondue bowl on the night
table beside the bed.

Scowling at her he replied, �You surely
don�t have the misconception that I prefer to sleep in silk sheets do you?�

�But at Hogwarts,� she began, but was
rudely interrupted by a loud snort from Severus.

�It�s those ruddy House Elves, who have
some misconception about what I prefer. I would much rather have polar fleece
bed sheets at Hogwarts during the winter months. But no, they land me with
those silk sheets.� here his eyes narrowed, and Hermione had the uncomfortable
feeling that he was imagining some particularly horrible thing happening to the
House Elves who did his bed.

�It�s not that bad,� she interjected,
wanting him to stop the various tortures he was entertaining.

�Not that bad?� he hissed, angrily
unbuttoning his frock coat, �You try getting to sleep in the middle of winter
wrapped up in silk sheets, not even a simple warming charm does the trick.�

�I never really noticed things to be that
bad,� she replied, lifting her robes off, revealing her jeans and t shirt
underneath.

�That�s because I was in bed with you, or
you were too distracted to notice,� he replied, peeling his frock coat off.

�Really? I�ll need to check this out when we get back to Hogwarts,� she said
lightly, unbuttoning her jeans.

�You should,� he replied, �Except you
always seem to crawl into bed after I do.�

�Not my fault you�re an old fuddy duddy that needs more sleep
than I do,� she replied, taking her shirt off.

�OLD FUDDY DUDDY?� he exploded, practically
tearing his pants off.

Lightly unsnapping her bra, she replied,
�You are old enough to be my father.�

It was only within the seconds after she
realized that she was pinned to the bed that she had the vague feeling she had perhaps crossed a line.

�Hermione, I advise you to take back your
words,� he quietly said, his body pressing in against hers. A thrill seemed to
spread throughout her body, and a sense of defiance seemed to overcome her.

�Why should I? I�m only speaking truth,�
she replied, staring into his eyes.

A smirk twisted his lips, as he let her go.

�Alright, if that�s the way you�ll have it,
I think this �Old Fuddy
Duddy� would prefer some sleep.�

Staring at him in disbelief, as he began to
lift the covers with a clear intent to crawl in and sleep, she blurted, �Don�t
you dare!�

Turning a noncaring
eye upon her panty clad person he replied, �Dare what?�

�Go to sleep after playing around arousing me.�
she hissed.

�Oh Hermione, I do dare. As you say, I�m just an old fuddy
duddy who seems to have forgotten his Wizarding Viagra.� here he turned his back to her, pulling
the sheet up and over him.

�Really Severus?� her voice had taken on
the innocent note, that always put one on aware.

He didn�t reply, but felt her body shift on
the bed as she crawled towards him.

�Severus?� he heard her whisper. Then quite
suddenly her hand reached down and landed on his erection, �My my, who said they forgot their Wizarding
Viagra? Someone�s been lying, naughty naughty.�

Severus lay very still, as Hermione pressed
into him, her breath hot against his neck, as she began to lay butterfly kisses
against him.

Caressing his length, through the covers, she
began to slowly pull the covers from off of him, revealing his pale bare skin
inch by inch.

�I want to dip you in warm runny
chocolate,� she whispered, before nipping his ear, �and slowly devour you until
nothing is left, and when the murder squad questions, how you died, I�ll just
tell them that I ate you during copulation.�

Letting out a loud snort, Severus turned
over and stared at his wife, �Like a preying mantis per say?�

�What are you laughing about?� she growled,
wrapping her hands into his hair, bringing her face within an inch of his.

An aristocratic eyebrow rose,
as he replied, �Murder Squad? Hermione have you been watching too much Muggle
television during your school hols?�

�Severus! Stop teasing me,� she squeaked,
mortification causing her to moue.

Wrapping her unruly hair in his hands, he
brought her a tenth of an inch closer, as he purred, �Why Hermione? What were
you trying to do?�

Silence, for a moment,
before she grumbled, �Trying to seduce you.�

Waiting for the laugh that was sure to
erupt from Severus she closed her eyes and scrunched up her nose ready for the
taunts.

When nothing happened, she cracked open
one, eye and then the other, only to find his steadily gazing at her,
unreadable as ever.

Questions seemed to tug at her, but she
felt this was not the time to ask.

Finally, after she thought that he would
never reply, he murmured, �You don�t even have to try,� before brushing his
lips against hers, once, twice, each time, becoming more firm, before fully
kissing her.

Shots of fire seemed to run through her
from where he touched, until her entire body seemed to be ready to combust.

How did he do this to her? This cold unfathomable man, with a past murkier than an uncleaned public lavatory.

Kissing, she thought, was underrated.

Pressing her lips against his more
heatedly, she lost her thoughts, focusing on the simple act of kissing, her
belly churning with building fire.

Mouths moving against each other, a feeling
of frustration came upon her, as he wouldn�t deepen the kiss, he would tease,
running his tongue along her lower lip, but when she parted her mouth to
invite, he would retract, and just continue to kiss her as if she were worth
more than that.

As if she were, a sweet innocent young
virgin whom he was playing with, slowly stoking her fires for the first time.

Her hands entangled more firmly in his
hair, rubbing her fingertips against his scalp, as she focused more deeply on
just kissing this man.

Moving his hands to wrap more firmly around
her, Severus felt his erection seem to take on an almost painful pleasure from
delaying any further action.

It had been awhile, since he had truly
decided to take his time with anything, and with nothing pressing happening the
next day, or the day after, due to school holidays, time was something he had
in oodles.

Perhaps, for the first night, all he would
do was kiss her, and then, after thoroughly satisfying himself on this aspect,
he would tease her until he would only need to say one word and she would
burst.

Except, it seemed as if
Hermione was already well on her way to the second stage.

From her reactions, it was clearly obvious
that no one had ever decided to take things as slowly
as this, nor let her know why kissing was more personal than sex.

While she was his, he would take all he
could get.

He doubted that there would be anyone else
so willing to love him as she did, for he did acknowledge that against all
odds, she had fallen in love with him, even if she did not realize it yet.

Pulling her closer, so her body was firmly
pressed against his, both of their needs apparent to the other, Severus
deepened the kiss, feeling the shiver that ran down her entire body.

Moving a hand down to stroke her back, he
could feel how warm her body had become, and how ready she was.

Sheets were crushed between them, and
wanting more skin on skin contact, Severus shoved the sheets aside with his
leg, and positioned it in between Hermiones thighs..

Her wetness was apparent, as he felt the
moist fug immediately hit the part of his leg closest to her hot sex.

Moving his lips away from her mouth, he
began to plant them along her jaw, down her neck, feeling how each area affected
her.

His hand molded and squeezed her butt,
rubbing her panties against her skin in a delicious friction.

Soft moans and whimpers served as an
aphrodisiac for Severus, as her hands began to explore him, pulling him closer
to her.

Her fire hot body seemed to be burning in a
fever, as she tried to get him to stop his teasing.

�Severus,� she whimpered, his tongue laving
the back of her ear.

�What is it Hermione?� he whispered,
nuzzling her.

�Want more,� she managed to get out.

�More what?� he replied, his knee gently
rubbing her panties against the lips of her wet core.

�Contact,� her eyes closed as he rubbed
against her sweet spot.

Severus could tell she was already close to
orgasm, her body was overheating, and he knew that if she didn�t release soon,
she might turn into a sex slaved harpy and take over.

Not wanting to easily relinquish his power,
Severus bit her lobe, and replied, �Why pet? It seems you�re ready already.�

Her breathing deepened, as he felt her
mulling over the idea, but from her body language he knew she had put up a
mental barrier.

�I -� I can�t,� she stuttered, � I need contact.�

�Hermione my sweet little bitch, come for
me now. That is an order.� he hissed into her ear.

The tone of voice seemed to override her
barriers, as he felt her give a surprised cry out as she came, her juices
soaking into her already wet panties.

�Good girl,� he purred, as he hooked his
fingers into the elastic of her panties.

�Oh my gods,� she whispered, �you made me
come by your voice.�

Feeling him smirk against her skin, she
flushed over the power he held over her. Where had he got so good?

Shifting, he slowly dragged her clinging
wet panties down, licking the trail of come off her legs, in a slow deliberate
manner.

Finally, with a surety that Hermione was
certain would send her over the edge once again, the panties were removed, her
body aflame once more.

Glowing eyes turned to Severus as he
kneeled at her feet, she studied him, her heart
throbbing, as his gaze connected with hers.

�Take me,� she mouthed, from her kiss
swollen lips.

That was all the invitation Severus needed,
drunk off of her essence, he couldn�t play it out any longer, and seeing her
passionate gaze along with her bruised and swollen lips pushed him past his
restraints of passion.

He entered her roughly, the warm suction of
her pussy causing all rational to fall away, as he joined with her, her hands
clawing at his back letting him take over.

His thrusts were firm and strong, pushing
Hermione up against the bars of the headboard, the metal falling sharply
against her, causing her to curve her body up close to Severus� so the blows
would fall upon her back.

Pulling her to him, their position on the
bed shifted, as he continued to pummel into her, moving her across the bed, her
body tangling in the sheets, his gaze intent upon her euphoric face, his ears
full of her cries, and his touch full of her, as she came around him, her body
shuddering, as he continued to thrust into her through her orgasm, pushing her,
until she was half off the bed, before pulling her back up onto the bed fully,
only to have her pummeled off it again and again.

Her fingers dug so hard into him, wherever
she would grasp, that she drew blood, her mind entirely gone as she came again
and again, his strength overwhelming and exhausting her.

Their breath came in ragged gasps, as the
rhythmic slapping of flesh upon flesh echoed off the books, until finally, with
a final thrust, that caused both of them along with
the sheets to slide off the bed onto the ground, Severus came.

They lay there, entirely exhausted, vaguely
knowing that they should move, but not really caring to.

To be honest, Hermione felt like a wet
noodle, unable to move at all, her only purpose in life was to breathe as
Severus lay half on top of her, their legs still half on the bed.

Sleep came to them in waves, and it was
only hours later when Hermione woke up with the hugest crick in her neck, did
she realize that they hadn�t moved from their awkward position at all, except
to perhaps fall more fully onto the ground.

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AN: Just to let you know, he would have cleaned up house after he had finished
his drink, but to be honest, why would he ever let pass a chance to torment
Hermione a bit? :) �About the mold, I googled up something that would work, and I don�t know what
colour it is. :] But through the magic of google, I hazarded a close guess!

As you can see I had a LOT
of fun writing this chapter, and I�m afraid it didn�t come off as sexy as I
wanted it to.

@ When It Dawns � Every Review counts and
it counted in me posting this chapter sooner than I was going to. :]

@ Luci � You
think I actually have Rowlings style? D: Wow, I
didn�t think I did, but thanks. I really doubt that Rowling would waste her
time writing deep centered smut :)
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