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The Seduction Game	By : Grill Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 22120 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Here we are, another chapter! Just a small note - "The Unfortunates" is updated today as well, so feel free to check that one out as well. :) Hopefully you'll like this chapter, I know a lot of you've been waiting impatiently...

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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR: SEVERUS UNLEASHED

Hermione felt slightly guilty about leaving him in the bed... But he’d just looked so peaceful there, so content. She remembered back in the days when he’d been a spy, she’d never ever seen him like that. It was as if he frequently had new faces; new expressions that he’d never before shown her.

She found she very much liked it.

She felt the water grow warm underneath her hand and stepped into the shower, not bothering to close the curtain – it wasn’t as if there were someone around who’d see somethiney hey hadn’t seen before, should they choose to enter.

Not that Hermione suspected Severus to come in on her showering. He’d never done anything like that before; he’d always been so respectful and understanding... The perfect gentleman, if still rather snarky.

The water ran down her body, and she closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of it. Her hair grew wet instantly, and she pulled it back to avoid it falling into her face. Gods, but this was good... She was just so... happy.

It was a perfect morning. Sunday, which meant no work, and she had spent the night having the time of her life with Severus. He was out there in the bedroom, waiting for her, and if she had her way they’d probably be repeating what they’d done last night at some point before breakfast.

Strange, really – a month or so ago she’d been terrified at the very thought of sex and now she felt practically addicted.

But, she mused with a smirk, Severus was really the one to blame for that, wasn’t he?

Who would have thought Severus Snape was such a sex god?

She laughed out loud at that – what a thought! What would Ron say if he ever heard her say that?

Her ponderings quickly came to an end – the door to the bathroom was opened.

“Severus?” she said, surprised.

“After a fashion,” was his response.

She smirked, not bothering to turn and face him, but maintaining her attention on enjoying the lovely hot water.

“How do you mean, after a fashion?”

His answer, to Hermione’s great surprise, wasn’t oral, but physical. In three long strides he was in the shower with her, spinning her around to face him, grabbing her upper arms and pushing her up against the tiled bathroom walls, his mouth attacking hers without waiting for admittance.

She gasped in shock, too befuddled to even return the kiss. Her gasp, however, caused for her to open her mouth to his, and his tongue snaked in immediately, tasting her and kissing demandingly, his hands still firm on her upper arms.

The water was still pouring from the showerhead, soaking the both of them, and when Severus pulled away Hermione was taken aback at how sexy he looked, his hair all wet and his eyes unwarded by his desire.

“S-Severus?” she couldn’t help but say in surprise, a small smile tugging at her lips. Well, this was certainly a new aspect of him...

He raised an eyebrow, then leaning in to whisper silkily into her ear, “After a fashion.”

For some reason, those three words worked magic on Hermione. A shot of warmth travelled through her entire body, and before she even had time to reply him Severus’s mouth was attacking her neck, his hands moving all over her body, exploring every curve with new eagerness and enthusiasm, as though he felt he, for the first time, really had her permission to do so.

She gasped aloud, surprising herself with the amount of desire contained within the sound. Then she realized what was happening:

He’s taking me up on my offer.

Oh, brilliant... She had to smirk at the thought – now she got Severus, unleashed.

Abruptly, he grabbed both her wrists with his hands and pulled her arms up above her head, nailing them to the wall. He leaned in to kiss her again, and the feeling of being completely powerless and caught between his body and the wall was a whole new experience for Hermione. She squirmed against him, desperate to get some kind of release to the still mounting feeling of desire, and he growled into her mouth.

So wanting to touch him, to hold him close, she wrestled to get her wrists free.

“Oh, I don’t think so,” he whispered darkly at her, grasping her wrists firmer. “You asked for this, remember?”

She had to smile, wickedly, at the sight of him. He was beyond control now, he was all wanton and desire. He was the old Severus... He had brought out the darker side of him; the side that had, all those years ago, won the argument about whether or not to join the Death Eaters... The Severus who let his desire and feelings run his actions rather than his clever mind.

And gods, how she loved that part of him.

His mouth was back on her neck and shoulder, kissing and biting now. He put the capture of her wrists in the charge of his left hand, while his right hand travelled down her arm and then the length of her body, eagerly touching every curve. As it reached her thigh, Hermione tried in vain to turn and get it closer to where she so desperately needed his touch.

His hand pushed her firmly against the wet wall, and he pulled away from her neck to look at her, his eyes as dark as ever.

“Behave, pet,” he whispered sulkily, and captured her mouth with a kiss again. And finally – finally – his hand moved in between her legs, finding her clit. He moaned as he felt how wet she already was.

“Yes,” she whispered into his mouth, before she could stop herself. She felt as though she was on fire; nothing but his touch and his body could slake her lust, and it felt wonderful...

“Yes?” he echoed with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, then pressed against her as his hand continued its ministrations.

“Yes!” she exclaimed, her eyes closing in ecstasy.

His left hand finally released her wrists, and she quickly brought her hands to his neck and back, feeling his soaked skin all over, fighting the urge to claw at him to bring him as close as possible.

Both his hands moved to her hips, and he pulled her feet off the floor, wrapping her legs around his waist as he did so. She was quite literally caught between him and the wall now.

She could feel him at her entrance, and nudged her hips towards him, eager for release. He quickly obeyed and thrust into her, pressing her so hard up against the wall it hurt.

She used her legs wrapped around his waist to pull him closer, desperate to feel as much of him as possible, wanting him further in... He kissed her again, groaning into her mouth, before he began his thrusts, harder and more thorough than she’d ever experienced... Gods, he really was beyond control.

He was hurting her, and he probably knew it, but didn’t seem able to stop, and she didn’t want him to. The pain was strangely enough mingling with her uncontrollable desire and causing her to moan with him, meeting his thrusts and grasping at his shoulders, feeling her world spinning uncontrollably.

His speed increased, and his breath was steadily more uneven.

“Open your eyes,” she heard him pant, and obeyed.

Looking into his eyes, his face covered with drops of water from the still flowing shower, seeing him so desirable sent her over the edge, and he followed her seconds after, screaming along with her and pushing her hard against the wall one last time before spilling inside her and resting his head against her neck, kissing her gently there.

She breathed unevenly for several minutes, as did he, and they remained in the shower for another twenty minutes, enjoying the feel of each others wet bodies, just caressing and exploring.

Finally, the water grew cold and they realized they’d probably used up what there was of hot water. Severus smirking, and Hermione giving a small laugh, they turned the water off and stepped out of the shower, drying themselves with fluffy towels before moving back to the bedroom again, without hesitation curling up underneath the sheets again in each other’s arms.

There was no rush to get out of bed, after all. It was Sunday.

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“He can’t have known Draco was gay,” said Severus dismissively, running a hand through her hair absentmindedly.

“He does,” said Hermione. “He told Draco, apparently.”

They were lying on the big sofa in Severus’s study, Hermione half sprawled out across his chest. They’d had breakfast, gotten dressed and then made it as far as the sofa before their limbs had entangled again.

If anyone entered at that moment, the sight of Severus, one hand affectionately curled around Hermione’s waist and another playing with her hair, would surely be the most shocking one they’d ever seen. It would appear to them as though the dreaded Potions Master was, well... cuddly.

Severus didn’t like the term, himself, and he would never have believed himself capable of doing something as lovable and relationship-like as this: Just lying together, talking and enjoying each other’s company. But it was Hermione, for the gods’ sake! Who cared how cuddly and sweet it looked?

Okay, so Severus would probably hex whoever dared voice the sight, should they see it, straight to oblivion, but he still felt like hs bes becoming flexible.

And then Hermione had mentioned her meeting with Draco the day before. She didn’t seem too concerned by Lucius’s strange behaviour, because probably she thought he had just gained another personality as a result of his Obliviation.

Severus, who’d known the man since he’d been eleven years old, knew it wasn’t the case. Lucius would never turn into what Draco had run into yesterday afternoon, it was simply not possible.

“Then believe me, it wasn’t a sincere act,” said Severus, leaving no room for an argument.

“Draco didn’t seem to think so either,” said Hermione. “He seemed rather upset.”

“He should be,” said Severus quietly, frowning. “After three years of Lucius pretending Draco is no son of his, he suddenly runs straight up to him on the street, practically embracing him like a father who’s been withheld by force from his son for the entire period. It must be disturbing, even for someone as shallow as Draco.&
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“I suppose,” sighed Hermione, snuggling closer to him. “But perhaps Lucius has just... just reformed, like the Healers thought he might?”

“It’s not possible,” said Severus dismissively.

“How do you know it isn’t?” snapped Hermione. “He can’t remember anything about his past life! It’s like a whole new personality developing, isn’t it – how do you know he can’t turn into someoneter?ter?”

“He can’t.”

“Why not? You did.”

Severus instinctively opened his mouth to snap back, but hesitated for a moment and then shut it again. What could he reply to something like that? He knew she was right – of course she was – but somehow hearing her say it was disturbing to him.

Did she think a lot about that part of his life? If this relationship developed, surely at one point she’d demand to know all the facts, and Severus wondered if he in truth would be able to tell her when that time came.

Hermione clearly realized she’d crossed a line, for after a few seconds of silence she grasped the hand at her waist.

“Oh, Severus,” she said, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean –”

“Of course you did,” he interrupted. “We both know it’s the truth.”

“No,” she said quietly. “Not really. I don’t even know half of it.”

Here it comes, thought Severus wearily. She wanted to talk about his past now< Now Now, when they were so happy and worriless? Why would she want to ruin a moment like that?

“That’s quite right,” he agreed. “You don’t.”

He sighed and waited for the inevitable questions she’d surely bombard him with now. But they never came. Instead, she managed to surprise him yet again.

“Listen,” she said, taking a deep breath, “I’m not going to ask you. I’m not going to be one of those girls who nag and harass their boyfriend when they know they shouldn’t. I’m no Lavender,” she added with a small laugh, then sobered again. “If you want to tell me, I’ll listen. If not, I’ll wait.”

He released a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and tightened his grip on her. How, how could he have been blessed with something as beautiful as this?

“And I’ll look into this stuff with Lucius, see if he really might be reformed,” she added after a moment’s silence. “Because it’s not impossible. By pure logic, it’s not impossible.”

He chuckled a bit then.

“No,” he agreed. “When in doubt, turn to the facts – you are right, it is technically possible. I just find it highly unlikely.”

She gave a small nod from under his chin, and they remained silent again for a time, as though waiting for the air to cool. Had they just had their first fight? mused Severus. It couldn’t possibly have been a real one, it had ended so quickly.

Hermione had seen to that. She’d understood his worry and respected it. Gods, how he adored this woman.

“By the way,” he said silkily, his other hand starting to play with her hair again, “boyfriend, was it?”

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A/N: How was that?! Thanks to my beta, JessiokaFroka!

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