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The Quickening	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 32428 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: So as it turns out, I’m on a bit of a roll so thought I’d post this quick one too.
BitchandMoan: I’m glad you enjoyed the last chapter. We may hear more from Lucius in the future ;)
Sal05: Not sure if you’ll get your threesome – will have to see!
LeWyki: Yes, damn that reality!
OracleObscured: I greatly enjoyed the gang-bang, you were very kind to deliver it so promptly. You are correct in predicting another fish slap, although I’m a little nervous about this one. Your descriptions of the story are far better than my intentions – the peaks and valleys etc. I loved your Homer Simpsonesque Snape cream drooling. Who would have thought anatomy and cheese? – I laughed when I wrote it but I think it sort of worked! Your musings about Lucius were good – keep talking to yourself as it helps me. I love caustic Snape too. I’m really glad you got the reference to Matthew Lewis– how else can we explain the transformation? And Alan Rickman – well I wouldn’t be writing any of this without him so I thought it worthy.
Chapter 23
Hermione was spending more time in Severus’ rooms than her own. She liked to be near him–even when he was huffing and muttering over first year assignments. Sometimes she would watch his deep frown and pouty lips and try to conjure up the fear she used to feel in his presence, then she would superimpose it with an image of him licking her pussy, just so she could feel the surge of erotic tension in her belly.
His breathtakingly impressive collection of books was another reason. The library’s vast offerings paled in comparison to the rare and seminal publications gracing his walls. She often found herself lying on one of his transfigured armchairs, feet rubbing absently on the arm as she drooled (with a hanky just in case she caused any water damage) over the pages of thick dusty tomes and quaint pocket-sized first editions, alike. She was nearly as turned on by the summative knowledge that she knew was waiting for her between those pages, as she was by the sexual prowess waiting for her between his sheets.
Severus was happy. He couldn’t ever remember using that word to describe himself in the recent past. Or even the distant past. With the quickening gone from his life, replaced by a sometimes contemplative, sometimes rambunctious bedfellow, his spirits were higher than they had ever been. He often caught himself mid-whistle or hum in public, and had surprised himself by laughing out loud on more than one occasion in the Great Hall.
He was also noticing that, particularly female, staff and students seemed to be congregating in his general vicinity. Initially, he thought that he must be imagining it but when he had to deal with three writhing fifth year girls with ‘sprained ankles’ in the course of a week, he began to suspect that some may be making deliberate attempts to gain his attention. He certainly wasn’t as much of a bastard as he used to be. Well, most of the time.
“This is what I want to try next.”
Hermione was lying in her nightie on a transfigured chair next to the fire, while Severus was sitting opposite, reading and sipping from a glass of red wine. He had gone off fire whiskey since the night he’d drunk a whole bottle before trying to kill himself.
“Mmm?” he replied, not looking up from his book.
“Severuski.”
“I told you to stop making up ridiculous names.” He continued reading his book as he took another sip of wine.
“I only do that when you ignore me,” she said.
He continued to ignore her.
“Severetto.”
Nothing.
“Severoo.”
He sniffed loudly and turned a page.
“Sever–ed . . . head.”
“What . . . do you want?” He put his palm on the page he was reading and glared at her, which only made her smile more.
“Can you please come over here and sit with me,” she smiled sweetly and fluttered her eyelashes.
He remained unimpressed.
“I’ll make it worth your while.” Her sing-song voice made his lips go all pouty. That was a good sign. It meant he was interested.
With an exaggerated sigh, he slipped a bookmark between the pages and placed it on the table. Then he pushed himself up quickly, standing to his full height to look down his nose before stalking slowly towards her. The dominance display was totally sexy but he would have to wait.
She lifted her legs to make space for him. “But you have to listen to me first.”
Rolling his eyes, he plonked himself down beside her.
“This is what I want to try next.” She rested her legs on him and held up the book she’d been reading intermittently over the past weeks.
“Combination charms,” he said drily. “Sounds fascinating.”
“Now, now, you’ll get your turn,” she patted his chest, while skimming the pages for the part she wanted to read to him.
“. . . combination charms and spells are most often performed sequentially. However, it is possible, with practice, to perform them concurrently . . . ” she read.
Severus pretended to be examining his nails.
“And . . . “ she paused for effect, raising her eyebrows enthusiastically, “powerful wizards and witches may even achieve two concurrent charms or spells within a single wand!”
He continued inspecting his nails while she looked at him expectantly. Eventually, after a protracted silence, he looked at her and shrugged, shaking his head. “And?”
“Listen. You and your cock are going to have to learn how to multi-task,” she said. “Just because you know what’s coming, doesn’t mean you can’t pay attention and show some interest in what I’m saying.”
She could see the cogs of his mind spinning, looking for a witty comeback, but there wasn’t one. It was true.
He took a deep breath and turned toward her slightly to indicate that he was trying to listen.
“I want to write a sex book,” she announced.
Now that got his attention.
“I want to experiment with combination charms in wands. Working out how to make them into multi-functional sex toys and . . . “
She put up her hand to stop him speaking.
“I want to invent new potions like the extracorporeal projection to enhance people’s sex lives.”
That shocked him into silence.
“I want to bring together science, magic and sex for the first time–proper sexual experimentation. What do you think?”
He crossed his arms. "You obviously haven't heard of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes."
"It'll be different."
He snorted.
“What are you going to call it? 'Sexperiments'?”
“Well, we’d have plenty of time to think of a name,” she said, desperately wanting him to be more agreeable.
“How about 'Labia in the Lab'?”
She huffed, knowing that he was getting back at her for her earlier name calling.
“Sexual Science with the Snapes?”
Now that was interesting!
He quickly frowned and shook his head “. . . with . . . Snape and co-authors . . . let me see that!”
He snatched the book out of her hand and pretended to read it.
She couldn’t wipe the smile from her face. The Snapes?
Pushing herself up, she slithered into his lap, having to work around the book which he continued to frown down at, as if it were the most interesting read in the world.
“What did you say?” she whispered, putting both arms around his neck.
He raised his eyebrows but continued to read.
“Did you say . . . the Snapes?” She leaned in closer to his ear.
He shook his head irritably. “It was a . . . a slip of the tongue.”
“Maybe I should show you the slip of . . . my . . . tongue.”
She slowly slid the hot wet muscle into his ear and he groaned with lust before throwing the book aside and flipping her onto her back with a growl. “Succubus!”
“I thought you said no more ridiculous names," she grinned, pulling open his trousers and grasping his cock.
She opened her legs, glad that she’d neglected to wear knickers, and positioned his head at her dripping entrance. “Tell me you’ll help me with the book.”
“If it’ll shut you up.”
“It won’t shut me up but we’ll have to fuck a lot more.”
“Done.” He pushed inside her, quickly rendering her speechless.
A/N: And of course acknowledgement to Weasley's Wizard Wheezes - does anyone know when the next chapter is coming?
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