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Sell This House	By : elsbeth Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 3532 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ch 3 Making An Offer
"How much land DOES go with the house?"

"About an acre."

"Let's go and explore then, shall we?"

Hermione watched in exasperation as he walked out of the house heading for the backyard. Since he was obviously going with her or without her she hurried after and caught up just as he entered the trees.

It was a lovely spot in a wild sort of way. Hermione nervously went back into "salesperson" mode. "The trees are pinyon pine and alligator juniper, with a few oaks thrown in. That very tall tree is a Ponderosa pine. The creek is spring fed, it never goes completely dry, even in summer..." Her voice trailed off as he moved close.

Moving suddenly against her, he pressed her back against a tree. "And what kind is this one?" She found herself lost in his eyes. "Don't know the answer? You always knew the answer to every question." He forced her hands upward as he spoke until they were pressed against the tree above her head. He held them in one of his while his other hand roamed over her body. "Why did you leave? And don't say again that you don't know. Was that last night so disappointing?"

She mutely shook her head, speech overcome by the sudden rush of memory...
The great hall at Hogwarts was full of people, all slightly tipsy with a mixture of relief that Voldemort was no more, grief for those who died to make it so, and not a small amount of fire whiskey. Severus Snape leaned against a wall watching the room with a real smile on his face. Gods it felt good! No more lies and deceptions, no more walking the tightrope of serving (or at least appearing to serve) two masters. Finally he could be himself and make his own life! It was a heady feeling.

"Professor Snape! Aren't you afraid your face will crack from the strain?"

He turned, smile intact, to see Hermione Granger beside him. "Miss Granger. I plan to make my face accustomed to it."

She sighed, and her eyes went past him. "I feel like celebrating, but at the same time I feel like crying. We lost so many, so much heart break. Professor, how can we all celebrate?"

He studied he, his face growing grave. "It is no dishonor to those who gave their lives for us to feel relief, even happiness. They would rejoice with us if they could. I'm glad I'm still alive, and I'm glad that you are, also, Miss Granger."

She looked up at him with surprise. "You are? Why?"

"So I can do this." He leaned toward her, slowly, giving her time to pull back if she wished. His lips gently brushed hers.

"Professor!"

"Don't play innocent Miss Granger. I've taught you for too many years not to know you wanted me to teach you more than just potions."

"You read my mind in class!"

He smirked, "Some books are easy".
His bed was so soft and his body so hard. Hermione wasn't entirely sure how she got here, but it felt so good. He was behind her with her spooned against him. His hands caressed her breasts. When had they gotten naked? Her body was on fire as his hands explored her breasts and belly.

"What do you want, Hermione?" His voice purred in her ear, but all she could do was whimper. Oh, those hands!

"What's the matter, no words, no QUESTIONS?" His voice in her ear was both amused and immensely self-satisfied. "Do you have any idea how many times I've wanted to shut you up, just this way?"

His fingers squeezed her nipples hard and she cried out.

"What's the matter? Hmm ...? Cat got your tongue? Or is it that I've got your pussy..."

He rolled her onto her back and cuddled her against him.One hand moved down her belly and lower as his mouth found her nipple and she shuddered as he ran his teeth lightly over the sensitive flesh.

'Oh, yes...' he murmured as his fingers caressed her. "Is that what you want?. Right..there.." His fingers suddenly squeezed her clit and she cried out and tried to push up off the bed but he held on as she thrashed back and forth.

"Please..."

"Please WHAT?"

"Please...Ohhh..." Her world stopped for a moment as everything focused down to just his fingers on her and her body tightened and nothing else existed...one long moment she hung right on the edge...and then she exploded "Oh gods, gods..." Her hand caressed his where it caressed her pussy.

"Oh...yes...that's right...ohhh...YES!" His voice surrounded her and encouraged her as she came, and then he turned her back against him and rubbed his cock against her butt. With a growl he entered her and gods, she was still coming. With his arms around her waist he pushed into her with long strokes, and then harder, harder, and she could hardly breathe. It was wonderful...it was too much...she wanted it to go on forever...she couldn't stand it any more. He slammed into her and held with a cry that sounded as much pain as pleasure and she felt him shudder and pulse against her. His breath was ragged in her ear, slowing and calming as their bodies quieted.

"I've wanted to do that for so long." Did she say it or did he?
Hermione came back to the present with a start.

"Then why?"He repeated softly."Why did you just go?"

"I was scared. By the time I woke up that morning you were already dressed. YOU JUST STOOD THERE looking at me, and your face went back to your 'Professor' look. I felt as if I had just taken a lab practical on a subject I knew nothing about. AND judging by your look, my grade wasn't going to be good. It was as if I had dreamed the night before. All you said was that you had to go."

He searched her eyes, and finally said "That wasn't well done of me. I woke up and looked at you lying there. You were so beautiful, the golden girl of Gryffindor. Suddenly I felt like a gawky teenager again, as if I had tricked the head girl into my bed and she was going to hate me for it. I was due at Albus' office, and I took refuge in being the Professor. By the time I got over it and came looking for you, you were already gone."

"I went to Hogsmeade with Ginny"

"I LOOKED in Hogsmeade".

"In Hogsmeade I met Lucius Malfoy."

He frowned. "And...?"

She looked away, tears forming, "He was his usual smarmy self, but this time he made remarks about you and me. He talked about how you and he used to SHARE, and how perhaps you would again. I thought maybe you had told him about us."

"I would never have done that. Draco must have seen us leave the Great Hall together."

"Later, when I had time to think, I realized that he didn't really do more than just imply things, but at the time he scared me. What if I had been wrong about you?" She looked troubled."I didn't really know you. I still don't really, just as a Professor. DID you and Malfoy really share women?"

He sighed and turned away. "Yes, we did. You know I'm not a good man. I've done things that I can't take back now. Once upon a time I was proud of them, but not for a long while."

"I panicked and went home, but when I got there I couldn't talk to my parents about it. There was just too much to explain. And there were people; reporters, busybodies, people trying to see into the house even. The muggle neighbors were wondering what was going on. There was a letter there to me from my Aunt and Uncle inviting me to visit in America, and I just went, right then, without even thinking any more about it. I didn't intend to stay so long but it was just easier."

He turned back and pressed her again against the tree."I tried to find you for days. I even went to your parents' house, but all they would say was that you were on a vacation. I didn't press too hard, I couldn't very well say 'I took your daughter to bed and she ran away from me'." His hands began to roam her body again. "We've both had more than enough time to think. Are you sorry about that night?"

"No."

"Then live with me in this house." His voice and hands were suddenly urgent. "Marry me and have my children. 'Come live with me and be my love.' Preferably several times a day. I want to love you every way you can think of, and several you can't imagine. We can live here or in England or both. Albus is hoping I'll come back and bring you with me. You could teach, also. I don't care where we are as long as we're together."

"I..."
"Hermione, Hermione!" A voice called from the yard.

"THAT'S MY UNCLE!"

By the time he reached them they were a respectable distance apart.

"There you are, the office said you were showing the house and I was out this way..." His eyes went back and forth between them.

"Uncle, this is Severus Snape, my potions master from Hogwarts."

"Its a pleasure to meet you" The men shook hands and sized each other up. "If I had known it was someone 'Mione knew I wouldn't have been concerned. Are you still teaching at Hogwarts?"

"I'm currently on sabbatical, and you're wise to take precautions, Sir. It is rather deserted out here."

"Excuse me! I can take care of myself, you know!" Hermione exclaimed loudly and both men regarded her with what she realized were similar smirks.

Out of exasperation Hermione said "Professor Snape is interested in purchasing the house."

Her uncle brightened. "It's a nice piece of ground, and a lovely house. Did Hermione show you around?"

The men walked off together, still talking, and once again Hermione found herself trailing after. This WASN'T improving her mood a bit.
"A cash sale, full price, no inspections, quick close...are you SURE you want to do it this way?"

"Yes, I'm satisfied. Hermione likes the house. And she has impeccable taste." Severus smirked at her.

Her uncle looked back and forth between them and finally said to Hermione "Alright, write it up, Hermione. Make sure he signs all the appropriate disclaimers."
"How long before I have an answer?" Hermione knew he was talking about more than the house.

"It takes a little time. Soon" she said. "You should know soon."
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