Adult-FanFiction.org : Harry Potter

The Quickening	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 32428 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any other characters/things/places created by J.K. Rowling. I make no money from my fan-fiction.

Chapter List
- 24
- 25
- 26
A/N: Severus1Snape: Will she never learn? :)
OracleObscured: I’m glad the strobe scene worked for you. I could see it in my mind’s eye but was worried about the translation. Weird fact - my dad used to make disco gear and we had strobe lights etc. in the house – but not for this purpose! Yes I did use the word ‘pitched’ for that very reason. And I’ll be using it more in the future (mwahahaha). I’m in love with Alan Rickman’s speech pattern and I’m glad it came across. Beware the fish . . .
Skybee: Thanks for your review. I’m glad you’re enjoying.
Chapter 25
Hermione hadn’t seen Severus for two days. And six hours. And thirty two minutes. She had been forced to accept the reality that, although he might be her current number one favourite person to be with in the world, he was still the Potions Professor and Slytherin Housemaster and there were certain duties he needed to take care of. He’d been exempted from them during his recovery but no doubt Headmistress McGonagall had decided that since he looked so healthy, and seemed to spend hours with Hermione doing Merlin-knows-what, he was well enough to return to his duties.
It was the longest they’d been apart since before he’d entered the infirmary and she wondered if he was missing her as much as she missed him. To be perfectly honest, she didn’t just miss him, she ached for him, inside and out. He’d already told her that he desired her above anyone else, and the ‘Snapes’ line weeks before had certainly been a welcome revelation—even though he’d claimed it was an accident. But she sometimes wondered if it was all about the sex for him. Certainly that was a big part of it for her too. Having her mind blown by someone so experienced, immensely talented and willing to experiment had been liberating in the extreme. And then there was the sex book—she had so many chapters penned in her mind already.
But part of her was thinking about the future. Her N.E.W.Ts were only weeks away now. And after that what would she do? Get a job?
The path of her life that had seemed so inevitable, and even attractive, only a month or two before now stretched before her like one long Divination lesson—insufferable drudgery. Then again, she did possess the Galvanismus . . . but it would take a lot for her to be fully convinced that the curse had now, genuinely, become a blessing.
Alternatively, she could attend University—undertake a research project to keep developing her theories and ideas. Would she be accepted to complete a thesis on sex?
Hermione Granger—Professor of Sex. It would be a misnomer anyway, the Professor of Sex was right here at Hogwarts. She had double potions with him in an hour. Thank Merlin.
And what of Severus? Potions Master. Professor of Sex. Did he really envisage a future with her? He had asked her on his death bed if it were possible. But what did that really mean? Something casual? Something serious? Or did he mean ‘the Snapes’ even then? It hardly seemed likely. And is that what she really wanted—to become Mrs Snape?
She was still so young—her whole life was before her. She hadn’t really experienced much of the world at all. But for some reason, when she visualised her future, she was somewhat surprised to discover that she couldn’t imagine leaving Hogwarts any more. Or if she did, it would only be because he was coming with her.
***
“What page was it?” Ron was flicking through the stained and sticky pages of his potions book.
“Three hundred and ninety four,” Hermione muttered under her breath.
Severus was always ready to jump on Harry or Ron if they weren’t paying attention so she didn’t want to alert him to the fact—although he seemed to be busy preparing some sort of potion, himself, at the front of the room.
She watched him from under her lashes but he didn’t look at her once. He’d also made no special attempt to acknowledge her when she’d entered—even though it was the first potions class she’d attended in weeks, having been granted an exemption to focus on her N.E.W.Ts.
She suspected that he was avoiding adding fuel to the rumour fire. Although most of the class clearly suspected that there was something going on, judging by the non-too furtive glances that were bombarding them from around the room. Draco was particularly blatant, standing with his arms crossed and looking expectantly between the two of them.
And so she was chopping furiously, more than a little annoyed that the excitement that had been building all day had been whacked out of her by one of Severus’ generic withering gazes.
“So what’s Gribsnot?” Ron screwed up his nose.
“Gribshot,” corrected Hermione.
She was beginning to regret asking Ron to be her potions partner. They hadn’t had a chance to talk in ages and this was turning into one of those interactions that made her glad that they’d split up.
“So what is it?”
“I have it here.” She tilted a crucible to show him the small red pellets.
Ron lifted it to his nose and sniffed. Then shrugged. She had no idea why he insisted on doing that with everything—he was like a dog.
And Severus was like a magnet for her eyes. She couldn’t stop them returning to his imposing form, chopping and stirring efficiently at his desk. She’d never seen him brew in class. It seemed strange for him not to be casting his scathing glare over the students. But it was also a pleasant change. Perhaps he trusted them.
“Do these have to go in now?” Ron was picking up bits of the root that she had chopped and had already dropped a significant amount on the floor.
“Not yet.” She sounded too short with him. “Later.” That didn’t really help either.
Ron didn’t seem to notice, dropping them back on the chopping board and rubbing his hand over the spiky bristles on his chin as he looked around at one of the girls behind him. Hermione had noticed that she’d been watching him for most of the lesson.
She was about to roll her eyes when she caught sight of Severus. He was looking at her—but it was that practised, inscrutable expression that gave her no clue as to what he was thinking. She should look away, she didn’t want to be caught staring. But she couldn’t. There was something about the deliberacy of his movements that made her watch.
And then she felt it. A single finger slowly running down the side of her throat. Her body jolted and her flesh popped. Oh fuck! He appeared to be concentrating intently on what was before him, his lithe fingers sweeping expeditiously along the chopping board. But she felt them as a caress down the skin of one of her breasts and over the nipple, which instantly burst to attention like popping corn.
“Shit!” she hissed through her teeth.
“What happened?” Ron turned back to her.
She shook her head, trying to catch her breath.
“Um . . . I just thought we’d forgotten something. It’s fine.”
She gave a feeble smile which turned into a grimace as Severus’ fingers continued their downward progression, trailing over her fluttering abdomen and gliding under the elastic of her knickers.
“You don’t look so hot.” Ron put his hands on his hips. “I mean, you look hot. Obviously. Actually, I’ve been meaning to tell you that . . . “
Hermione raised a hand to get him to shut up. Then braced both arms on the table as she felt Severus’ finger slide into her slit.
“Oh Gods,” she murmured.
“Are you okay?” Ron leaned closer to her.
She nodded furiously and swallowed.
“I just think it’s something I ate . . . for breakfast.”
“Really?” Ron looked surprised. “I thought breakfast was pretty good for a change.”
“Mmmm.” Hermione winced as the finger slid around her clit. “Soooo . . . goood,” she groaned.
Ron frowned at her as if she’d gone barmy.
She closed her eyes, tilting her head back with a gentle sigh. “Uuunnnhhh.”
“Should I call Snape over?” He was beginning to look concerned.
She quickly shook her head. “He’s already . . . no . . . no don’t,” she replied. “I’ll be fine as long as . . . “
Two fingers delved into her aching core and her legs nearly collapsed. She bit her lips and leaned all of her weight onto her arms, breathing heavily through her nose.
“Do you need me to hold you up?” Ron came up behind her and put his hands on her waist.
This was excruciating in so many ways.
“I’m fine thanks,” she stood quickly, blinking to try to regain her composure, as her insides started embarking on a frenzied workout.
“Well . . . if you’re sure.” Ron reluctantly dropped his hands down and stepped back to his place at the desk.
Finally, she managed to raise her head to look at Severus. He was smirking as his fingers dipped into and stirred a jar of something. Fuck! She could only breathe through her mouth as she felt the tightness build.
Then he stopped. And she exhaled slowly in relief. She peered at him blearily. What was that thing in his hands? It looked like a glass pipette—for drawing up liquid. Oh. It was. A mouth pipette. For sucking up liquid. His eyes didn’t leave hers as he raised the glass tube to his lips.
No, no, no, no, no. Yes!!
Hermione groaned and doubled over the desk as he felt his tongue swirling around her clitoris and his fingers sliding back into her.
“What’s the matter, Granger?” Draco’s voice whispered in her ear. “Too much sex? I hear he’s got a big one.”
“Fuck off, Draco.” She blindly swatted at him.
“Fuck! Look what you’ve done!” he hissed.
She turned to see a red slash in his palm where the scalpel he’d been cutting with had sliced into him.
Before she could stop herself, she reached out and immediately a spray of crackling blue bolts leapt from her palm to his, knitting up the gaping flesh in seconds.
Draco’s mouth dropped open as he watched.
Grasping his bloody, but newly healed, hand in his other palm, he stared at her. “What the fuck?”
Then dawning comprehension turned his grey eyes to ice.
“How interesting, Granger.” He nodded slowly, sneering. “Doesn’t that explain a lot?”
His gaze dragged down the length of her body and back, before he snorted and stalked away.
***
Hermione was standing on the Astronomy tower, the highest point in Hogwarts Castle and smiling for the first time since the incident with Draco. She’d spent a considerable amount of the last day and a half freaking out and the rest of the time blaming Severus, who had actually apologised. He’d also told her about the conversation with Lucius which had made things worse. That was when she’d decided that she needed to gain a new perspective.
A gentle breeze swept dusty clumps of clouds across an, unusually, azure sky and she felt that Spring and new beginnings wouldn’t be far away. As she gazed out on the vast landscape, what she felt most was gratitude. Her life was good. The simple parts of it. She realised that she didn’t need much to be happy—her mind, her health and the love of good people. And she felt that the Galvanismus had the potential to threaten it all.
It was both fascinating and frightening—totally awe-inspiring in its potential. But also an unknown quantity. And if she were totally honest, any past thoughts on healing had focused on using her creativity and inventiveness, not the side-effects of some curse. The other thing was its impact on her appearance. She had never been one to particularly care about her own looks, and she was aware that the effects of the Galvanismus were changing the way that people treated her. But, worse than that, she didn’t like what it had done to Severus. He was sexy without the sparkle, without the radiance. His appeal was never superficial and it was becoming so. She wanted the old Severus back.
For all those reasons she had decided that she would get rid of it. Somehow. She needed to do more research. And she would need Severus’ help. But it would be gone. And then they could move on— together. She leaned over the parapet, taking in a deep lungful of the crisp, clean air. Now, she would go and tell him. And she might even tell him the other bit. That she was in love with him and wanted to stay with him, forever.
Suddenly she heard a voice behind her.
“Hello, little girl.”
Before she could turn around, everything went black.
- 24
- 25
- 26
You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.You need to be logged in to leave a review for this story.
Report Story

The Quickening