Hermione Granger and the Tactile Contact Theory
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
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19
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Ghostly Encounters
Chapter 3 Ghostly Encounters
Professor Snape didn’t bother to wipe away the sweat that ran down his face. He ignored his body’s cries for mercy. He plunged headlong into his exercise routine. Although he looked like he was doing push-ups, Professor Snape felt more like he was trying to make love to the floor in his cold dungeon bedroom.
He moved mindlessly through his routine. As Professor Snape finished his pseudo push-ups, he grabbed a length of rope and began jumping.
“Why can’t I stop thinking about her?” Professor Snape wondered as he the rope swished over his head and under his feet. “She’s just so alluring. But why?”
Professor Snape tripped over the rope and fell to the floor in a heap. Disgusted with himself, he threw the rope aside and decided that was enough exercise for the night. He ran his hand through his damp, dark hair and pondered what he should do to get the woman out of his mind. After pacing the room for a minute, he decided a shower would clear his mind and, pulling his shirt over his head as he went, Professor Snape headed for the washrooms.
Just like the students, the teachers shared the bathrooms. Professor Snape half-smiled as he remembered the night he caught Professor Flickwick “levitating” Professor Sprout in the men’s washroom. However, it is not forbidden for teachers to have relationships with each other, and Professor Snape saw no reason to embarrass everyone by reporting it.
Now Professor Snape wondered what it would be like to “levitate” Ms. Granger in the men’s washroom. He really needed to get her out of his mind or he would go mad. He would have to remember to take his sleeping draught just to get some peace tonight.
He stepped onto the cool tile floor of the shower stall and turned on the hottest water he could stand. Steam quickly filled the whole room, and it was so thick Professor Snape could barely see his hands in front of him.
He thought he heard someone outside the shower, but through the steam he saw no one. Shrugging off the idea as paranoia, Professor Snape began to soap up his body. Even standing under the hot water, he could feel something cool near him. Just as he was about to ask if someone was there, Professor Snape felt a mouth on his groan.
“Just relax Professor Snape. I won’t hurt you.”
“Who are you? What do you want?” Professor Snape cried in fear and anger.
“Who do you want me to be? And I think it’s obvious what I want,” the voice said as a tongue began caressing his manhood.
“Stop that!” Professor Snape cried. The mouth was wet but cold. The tongue was stiff and felt like old carpet.
“You don’t like it? Why don’t you like it?” The voice said as a hand gripped Professor Snape in a way that threatened violence. “Don’t you like the steam and smoke I’ve made for us? Isn’t this a romantic setting?”
The grip on his groin became vice-like and set Professor Snape’s teeth on edge. “I just want to know who is pleasuring me.”
“It’s me!” the voice cried. Moaning Myrtle came swirling out of the steam and smoke, and the sight was enough to make Professor Snape involuntarily gag.
“Don’t you want me to touch you? To lick you?” Moaning Myrtle asked with a gleam in her dead eyes.
“Myrtle, you shouldn’t be in the teacher’s washroom! This is not the place for girls or the ghosts of girls!”
“Oh, but you have nothing to be ashamed of Professor Snape. You have a wonderful body,” Moaning Myrtle said with a sigh and traced a ghostly finger down Professor Snape’s chest. “Besides, it’s not like I’m a student anymore. I’m not even living anymore. I thought you might find that intriguing.”
“I’m sorry Myrtle but I must ask you to leave,” Professor Snape said as he turned off the water and reached for his towel.
“But why? Aren’t I pleasing to you? Is it because I’m dead?”
“Please leave me to finish my shower. It is highly inappropriate for a ghost and a human to be together in that way. And usually it’s impossible. Speaking of which, how is it that you can make me feel you?” Professor Snape asked.
“I don’t know exactly why. Just lately I’ve been able to touch and move things. I thought I’d try out this new ability on you,” Moaning Myrtle purred.
“Well don’t touch me or anyone else that way again. If you are interested in that type of relationship I suggest you talk to the school’s counselor or perhaps one of the other school’s ghosts. Now leave here immediately!”
“Fine! I didn’t really like you that much anyway,” Moaning Myrtle yelled behind her as she slid down the nearest sink pipe. Professor Snape could still hear her crying as he got dressed.
Apparently a shower wasn’t going to do it for him tonight. He’d have to take a bath. And the best bathtub in the school was in the Prefect washroom.
Professor Snape didn’t bother to wipe away the sweat that ran down his face. He ignored his body’s cries for mercy. He plunged headlong into his exercise routine. Although he looked like he was doing push-ups, Professor Snape felt more like he was trying to make love to the floor in his cold dungeon bedroom.
He moved mindlessly through his routine. As Professor Snape finished his pseudo push-ups, he grabbed a length of rope and began jumping.
“Why can’t I stop thinking about her?” Professor Snape wondered as he the rope swished over his head and under his feet. “She’s just so alluring. But why?”
Professor Snape tripped over the rope and fell to the floor in a heap. Disgusted with himself, he threw the rope aside and decided that was enough exercise for the night. He ran his hand through his damp, dark hair and pondered what he should do to get the woman out of his mind. After pacing the room for a minute, he decided a shower would clear his mind and, pulling his shirt over his head as he went, Professor Snape headed for the washrooms.
Just like the students, the teachers shared the bathrooms. Professor Snape half-smiled as he remembered the night he caught Professor Flickwick “levitating” Professor Sprout in the men’s washroom. However, it is not forbidden for teachers to have relationships with each other, and Professor Snape saw no reason to embarrass everyone by reporting it.
Now Professor Snape wondered what it would be like to “levitate” Ms. Granger in the men’s washroom. He really needed to get her out of his mind or he would go mad. He would have to remember to take his sleeping draught just to get some peace tonight.
He stepped onto the cool tile floor of the shower stall and turned on the hottest water he could stand. Steam quickly filled the whole room, and it was so thick Professor Snape could barely see his hands in front of him.
He thought he heard someone outside the shower, but through the steam he saw no one. Shrugging off the idea as paranoia, Professor Snape began to soap up his body. Even standing under the hot water, he could feel something cool near him. Just as he was about to ask if someone was there, Professor Snape felt a mouth on his groan.
“Just relax Professor Snape. I won’t hurt you.”
“Who are you? What do you want?” Professor Snape cried in fear and anger.
“Who do you want me to be? And I think it’s obvious what I want,” the voice said as a tongue began caressing his manhood.
“Stop that!” Professor Snape cried. The mouth was wet but cold. The tongue was stiff and felt like old carpet.
“You don’t like it? Why don’t you like it?” The voice said as a hand gripped Professor Snape in a way that threatened violence. “Don’t you like the steam and smoke I’ve made for us? Isn’t this a romantic setting?”
The grip on his groin became vice-like and set Professor Snape’s teeth on edge. “I just want to know who is pleasuring me.”
“It’s me!” the voice cried. Moaning Myrtle came swirling out of the steam and smoke, and the sight was enough to make Professor Snape involuntarily gag.
“Don’t you want me to touch you? To lick you?” Moaning Myrtle asked with a gleam in her dead eyes.
“Myrtle, you shouldn’t be in the teacher’s washroom! This is not the place for girls or the ghosts of girls!”
“Oh, but you have nothing to be ashamed of Professor Snape. You have a wonderful body,” Moaning Myrtle said with a sigh and traced a ghostly finger down Professor Snape’s chest. “Besides, it’s not like I’m a student anymore. I’m not even living anymore. I thought you might find that intriguing.”
“I’m sorry Myrtle but I must ask you to leave,” Professor Snape said as he turned off the water and reached for his towel.
“But why? Aren’t I pleasing to you? Is it because I’m dead?”
“Please leave me to finish my shower. It is highly inappropriate for a ghost and a human to be together in that way. And usually it’s impossible. Speaking of which, how is it that you can make me feel you?” Professor Snape asked.
“I don’t know exactly why. Just lately I’ve been able to touch and move things. I thought I’d try out this new ability on you,” Moaning Myrtle purred.
“Well don’t touch me or anyone else that way again. If you are interested in that type of relationship I suggest you talk to the school’s counselor or perhaps one of the other school’s ghosts. Now leave here immediately!”
“Fine! I didn’t really like you that much anyway,” Moaning Myrtle yelled behind her as she slid down the nearest sink pipe. Professor Snape could still hear her crying as he got dressed.
Apparently a shower wasn’t going to do it for him tonight. He’d have to take a bath. And the best bathtub in the school was in the Prefect washroom.