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Snape's Story	By : tbird1965 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 33390 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 9
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story. Complete. Het, solo, oral.

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"So what shall I wear?" He asked as he stepped naked from the bathroom, his freshly washed hair lying damp across his shoulders. Even though he had only moments before been buried deep inside of her, thrusting and grunting as they made love, she couldn't help the silly grin that covered her face at this causally naked Severus Snape. Her eager eyes drank in the broad shoulders, narrow waist, spattering of black hair across his pale skin; his cock, flaccid, but still large, hung heavy between his legs.

"Why are you gaping at me like that?" He narrowed his eyes at her as he ran a comb through his wet hair.

"You're naked."

"I'm usually naked when I exit the shower. That does not explain why you are grinning at me like a loon."

"It's just odd to see you strutting about naked like this. I keep expecting to see your robes billowing behind you. It's a bloody good thing none of your female students had any idea you were this fit and this..." She stared pointedly at his cock "impressive beneath your robes. There might have been a few more damp knickers then there already were in your classroom."

"I wasn't aware I was 'strutting' and what are you going on about anyway?" He growled, flinging open his wardrobe doors and staring at it's spartan contents. "I can assure you I caused no wet knickers amongst the female population in my classroom."

"And I can assure you, you did." She laughed. "Probably a few stiffened willy's too. You were just too busy and distracted being a snarky double agent spy to notice."

"You're daft."

"I'm not daft. You really don't realize the effect that richer then chocolate velvet voice of yours had upon the youths of Hogwarts do you? Face it Severus, you are prime wanking material."

"I only care about the effect it has on you." He mumbled, his cheeks pink. "Now are you going to help me with what to wear or not?"

"Help?" She laughed. "What's to help with? Do you have anything other then black trousers and white shirts?"

"Hmmmm. I have this black shirt." He said, reaching in to pull out a black button down identical to all his white button downs.

"Really Severus?" She rolled her eyes. "That's pathetic. Why don't you have more clothes?"

"No reason to. I spent my entire adult life at Hogwarts. There was no reason to wear anything other then my teaching robes."

"You don't have a jumper or a pair of jeans?"

He ran his index finger across his lips in what she now recognized as his 'deep in thought' look. Silently he left the room and stepped across the hallway. She could hear several loud bangs and a muffled curse before he returned, a pair of faded blue jeans in his hand. "Here." He said, thrusting them towards her.

She took the faded, worn Levis and held them up. "Merlin's Pants Severus, how old are these anyway?"

"Probably older then you are." He said, pulling a pair of black boxers up over his hips.

"Do they even fit you?"

"Dunno. Hand them over and let's see." She struggled not to laugh as he pulled the jeans up over his legs. They were several inches too short and he was unable to button them across his stomach. "Hmmm, seems I've grown a bit since I was in my teens."

"Just a bit." She giggled. "Well hang on, don't take them off just yet." He looked down as she measured the gap across his stomach with her hands, then dropped to her knees to do the same with the hems. "Okay. Take them off." She snatched them out of his hand.

"Where are you going?" He called after her.

"Back in a flash." She yelled over her shoulder as she skipped down the stairs.

~~~~~*****~~~~~******~~~~~******l

"You're going to get caught doing that, you know." He growled, snatching the now magically enlarged jeans from her hand.

"No I'm not." She panted, having run across the street to the empty lot and back again. "I'm careful." She answered his raised eyebrow as he pulled the jeans back on and buttoned them.

"Famous last words." He chuckled darkly. "Remind me you said that when you're in Azkaban."

"Will they let us share a cell, you reckon? Now come on, give us a spin."

"How do they look?" He held his arms straight out to his sides and turned in a small circle. "Now what's that look for? Do I look ridiculous?"

"Bloody hell no, Severus. You look fucking amazing. Nice package." She stared pointedly at his crotch.

"Hmmmm." He grunted, stepping in front of the mirror and looking at his reflection. The jeans did fit quite a bit tighter then his normal trousers and as result showcased the fact that he was "gifted" between the legs. "Perhaps I should change?"

"Over my dead body." She said, pulling out the black button down from his wardrobe. "You look amazing."

"Hmm." He grunted, pulling on the shirt. "Why don't we just stay home and I'll let you play with my package?" He leered suggestively at her.

"Nice try. But you'll let me play with it anyway." She took a step back and appraised him. "Leave it untucked and cuff your sleeves." She pointed towards his wrists.

"Then it will show."

"It? What it? What are you going on about?"

"It." He held up his left arm.

"Oh no one cares about that anymore, Severus." She said, waving her hand dismissively, turning to check her own reflection in the mirror. "Really." She sighed at his skeptical look. "Everyone knows you have it. We see Draco's all the time. Oh for fuck's sake." She stepped over and grabbed his arm, folding his shirtsleeve up over his forearm. "There, much better." She said when both sleeves were cuffed.

"You are so bossy." He growled, sitting on the edge of the bed to pull on his black boots. "Why do I put up with you?"

"Because you love me." She teased, kissing his cheek. "Well at least you claim you do anyway. Are you ready?"

"No." He sighed, shaking his head.

"Good. Well come on then." She smiled, grabbing his hand and leading him towards the stairs. "There's a place down the street where we can disapparate.

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"Hermione! And...and...and Professor Snape." Ginny stuttered and her eyes widened at the robeless, casually dressed man standing on the front porch. "Won't you both come in? We're all gathered in the kitchen." She hugged Hermione quickly and then turned to lead them down the hall.

"Who all's here." Hermione asked, linking her arm with Severus and smiling up at him. 'It will be fine.' She mouthed silently. He frowned and crossed his eyes at her, drawing a soft giggle from her.

"Harry, George and Luna, Ron, the usual bunch."

"Lovely." Snape groaned, low in his throat, earning him a quick poke in the side.

'Behave.' Hermione mouthed up at him.

"Look who's here." Ginny called cheerfully, ushering them into the kitchen. "It's Hermione and...and...Professor Snape."

A chorus of "Hullo's" and "Wotcha's" echoed in the crowded room.

"It's really not 'Professor' Snape anymore, is it?" Luna's singsong voice chimed out as a hush fell over the room. "Mr. Snape seems so formal. What shall we call you then?"

"Why not Severus? It is his name after all." Hermione said, wrapping her arm around his and squeezing his bicep gently.

"Or simply Snape will do if it makes you feel more comfortable." He smirked at the panicked looks on Harry and Ron's faces. "Potter, Weasley." He held out his hand.

"You're looking well, Sir." Harry mumbled, shaking his hand quickly. Ron ignored his old professor's outstretched hand, shoving his own deep into his pockets and staring down at his trainers.

"Well." Ginny said loudly and with false cheerfullness. "I think dinner's almost ready. If everyone would like to take a seat. Hermione? Why don't you and Prof...Severus sit here." She indicated two seats across from George and Luna.

"How are you holding up?" Hermione whispered as they pulled back their chairs. He sneered at her and lowered himself wordlessly into the seat.

"Wine you two?"

"Harry." She hissed as he approached them, wine bottle open and ready to pour.

"Oh bloody hell." Harry grumbled, as Severus reached forward and covered his wine glass with his hand.

None for me, thank you." He said, his eyes latched eagerly on the bottle.

"Or me." Hermione placed a warm hand on his thigh.

"This is the teetotaler section of the table." George said, smiling as he placed a large bottle on the table. "Severus, would you like some?" He pulled the cork with a loud pop. "It's a sparkling white grape juice. It's muggle, but it's quite good. A far better substitute then Pumpkin Juice I say. Drink too much of that shite and it'll turn your hair orange."

Luna snickered and held her glass out for George to fill.

"Yes thank you." Snape muttered, pushing his glass forward.

"I'll have some as well." Hermione said, holding her glass up.

"You can drink if you want to." Snape growled softly.

"I know I can." She said, taking a small sip off her glass. "But I don't want to. Mmmm. This is really good George. You'll have to tell me where you got it."

The room grew quiet save for the clink of silverware on china as everyone filled their plates. Hermione took a small bite of chicken as Ginny, Ron and Harry began discussing a recent Quidditch match.

"So what's your preferred poison, Severus?" George said, smiling across the table. "Mine was muggle ale mixed with a little dreamless sleep. Drink enough of those and you can forget your own name."

Hermione's eyes widened and she glanced nervously at Snape's face. She was surprised to see a wry smile lift his lips. "Whiskey. Muggle or Wizard. Flavored with a touch of calming drought. At least until the Ministry bastards cleared out all my potions. After that I'd just wash my whiskey down with another bottle of whiskey."

"How macho. I can't stomach whiskey." George laughed, shaking his head. "But that's probably because Fred and I once got our hands on a couple of bottles when we were about twelve. We drank them both and spent the rest of time puking our guts out. Now I can't even stand the smell of it."

"That's how I feel about muggle ale. It was my father's drink of choice and I can remember how the whole house would reek of it."

"Your father was muggle?"

Hermione watched in wonder when Severus nodded and took a sip of the sparkling grape juice. "And a drunk as well." Leaning back in her seat, she nibbled on her dinner while Severus and George traded "drunk" stories back and forth across the table.

"You mean showing up on my doorstep to profess your undying love for me wasn't the stupidest thing you ever did when you were pissed." She teased as the two man tried to top each other with their stories.

"No. That may have been the smartest thing I ever did." He frowned. "The stupidest thing was pulling my cock out and taking a piss in front of a foyer full of students."

"I heard about that." George laughed loudly. "I think you win."

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"You shouldn't feel bad." Luna said softly, taking a freshly washed dish from Hermione and drying it carefully.

"What are you talking about Luna." Hermione asked, scrubbing at the plate in her hands. "I'm not upset."

"Is that why you're trying to wash the pattern off that plate." Ginny said, pulling it from Hermione's hands and taking her place at the sink.

"It took you ages to get him to open up to you, to tell you how he was feeling and here he is sharing with George like their old mates." Luna stared at her with her piercing blue eyes. "And that upsets you. I know it bothered me."

"I'm not upset." Hermione said again, her voice clearly saying otherwise. "It's just..." Her voice trailed off helplessly.

"They're addicts, Hermione. They understand each other."

"Are you saying I don't understand?" Hermione snapped, her voice tight. "Well those were certainly wasted years I spent at Uni then." She sat down hard at the table, glaring down at her hands. Luna joined her and gently placed her hands on top of Hermione's.

"You understand clinically, medically, but you are not an addict. It's different."

"Oh buggar." Hermione sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping. "I don't know what's wrong with me. Why I'm acting like this. I know about the connection addicts share with one another. It's the whole reason AA is such a successful program. So why am I feeling so put out? I should be happy. This is a good thing. I'm being such a..." She held her hands up helplessly.

"Girlfriend?" Ginny supplied over her shoulder earning a laugh from Luna.

"Oh Merlin." She moaned, burying her face in her hands. "That's it. I'm acting like a girlfriend. I know better then this. I counsel partners of alcoholics about exactly this. I'm a failure."

"You're not a failure." Luna said, hugging her friend around the neck. "You're just human. It's one thing to tell someone what they should do, it's another to put it into practice for yourself."

"You should have been the counselor, Luna." Hermione said, hugging the blonde girl back. "Well I suppose we should get out to the parlor and see what the men have gotten up to. I don't want to leave Severus unattended with Harry and Ron for too long, if you know what I mean."
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