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Bringing Him Back	By : shsa0702 Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 3586 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I own nothing. J. K. Rowling is the ultimate creator of the Harry Potter universe...I just try to tag along when I can. I make no money. I just stare longingly at her millions.

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Hermione arrived what seemed not a moment too late. Apparating on to the grounds of Hogwarts, she quickly smoothed out the skirt of her floor length ball gown, and began walking brusquely towards the castle in the distance.

She had chosen a navy blue number for that evening, which had a sweet heart neckline, and also accentuated her stunning hour glass figure. Her hair cascaded down her back in loose curls, held steady by Madame Sleakeazy’s for what Hermione could only hope would last through the night. Around her neck hung a stunning white diamond pendant, a gift from Harry from her last birthday, along with diamond studs at her ears from her parents to match.

Gathering her skirt so as not to dust the ground with it, she made her way across the stone bridge that led to the entrance. Knowing that she was the last guest to arrive, she doubled her pace as she stepped through the great stone archway, her heels clicking in sync with the music drifting distantly through the hallway. Stepping into the Great Hall was breathtaking, as it seemed to be every year.

The Hall was completely transformed, midnight black sheets of satin hanging from the walls. Adorning the cloth were miniature crystals, which sparkled and seemed to resemble the night sky as it reflected the candlelight from the nearly one thousand candles flickering throughout the room. The satin disconnected from the wall at ceiling point to converge towards the center of the room to meet an enormous chandelier. The room was lined with tables on either side, leaving the middle of the hall open for dancing.

The tables gleamed with silver plates and goblets, just waiting to be filled by the word from the kitchen house elves. Twisted glass vases dusted with silver sat in the center of each table, filled halfway with water and supporting floating candles. The head table was the most spectacular of all, draped with alternating silver and black satin, accentuated by waves of the crystal adorned background. Hermione saw Harry and Ron, frantically searching the room for her at the head table, spotting her as she rushed through the doorway.

Blushing, she tried to discreetly as possible make her way up towards the front of the room to take the last seat next to Harry. Taking a deep breath, she glanced at the pair of boys next to her and mouthed ‘sorry’. Harry, smiling uneasily as he stood up, cleared his throat and began to speak.

“I would like to thank you all for attending this evening. This year marks yet again a time to remember for all, and the privilege I have to stand before you all tonight is a constant reminder to what those we’ve lost have given us…”

Hermione, who was trying to quietly catch her breath, allowed her mind to wander as Harry worked his way through his annual speech. Blushing faintly, she recalled precisely why she had been late.

Soaking in the tub, Hermione allowed her body to relax. The ball wasn’t for another two hours, and some relaxation before tonight’s festivities was sure to do her some good. It was her weekend off after all.

Sighing, she leaned back and closed her eyes, allowing the heat of the water to seep into her to relax her muscles and heighten her senses.

As she lay amidst the bubbles, her mind was drawn back to the name she has chosen for her lantern. Where was Snape now? What had become of the hardened war hero after five long years? Did he still have the ability to silence a room with a whisper of his voice? Or was it a different reason the mere idea of his voice took Hermione’s breath away…

Not ever having seen him without the layers of robes he donned every day, Hermione imagined him laid out behind her. Her breath hitched as his fingers trailed along her shoulder, his hot breath tickling her ear and making her shudder. His other hand seemed to snake its way around her torso, brushing the underside of her breast. Mimicking her impromptu fantasy, Hermione brought her fingers up to gently circle her nipple, bringing it to attention.

She could feel his erection pressing into the curve of her lower back, making her wonder how well endowed the real Snape happened to be. Following the slope of her shoulder, his other hand made its way down to join the it’s partner in teasing her other nipple, pinching it gently and causing Hermione to release a breath she wasn’t aware she had been holding.

Continuing to trail his way down her stomach, his hand met at the apex of her thighs, gently toying with smooth outline of her lips. Delving one finger into her folds, he brushed against her clit, causing Hermione to whimper with need. Feeling his chest rumble behind her with a low chuckle, he continued forward, ghosting over her clit in circles.

Hermione instinctively spread her legs further, allowing him greater access. Taking the invitation, he gently pinched her clit, causing Hermione to cry out. He continued to roll it gently between his thumb and index finger, bringing her close to the edge.

Hermione could feel it building up inside her, feeling her breath rise with every tremor of pleasure that washed through her. His other hand continued to tweak her nipple, sending little electric shocks of pleasure that seemed directly connected with her clit.

“Please…Severus…” she whimpered, having a deep desire for more, but not knowing quite exactly what she wanted. His hand roughly grabbed her breast, squeezing it firmly before it too trailed down her stomach.

His thumb and index suddenly left her clit, causing her to groan with frustration until he unexpectedly thrust two fingers up into her tight, wet heat. Her groan quickly transitioned into a moan as she leaned her head back against his chest, eyes closed and mouth slightly parted open.

As he began to pump his fingers in and out, his other hand continued to trail downward to firmly rub her swollen clit, causing her to arch her back. She was so close; she could feel the heat spreading throughout her body to the very edge of her finger tips and toes…

“Hermione,” he murmured, “come for me.”

Hearing his voice, deep, ragged, and raw, drew her over the edge. It was like a waterfall crashing down, a release of breath she had built up as a strangled cry. Her back arched, her toes curling as he drew out her pleasure. Finally slumping back against him, she smiled lazily as she open her eyes…to find herself quite alone.

Glancing at the clock, she realized she had been in the bath for nearly an hour…

“…once again, it is with honor that we are allowed to stand here today to remember all those who fought for our freedom. Let us remind ourselves of that privilege, and honor all, including those who stand among us today, of what are grateful for. Thank you.”

Hermione snapped out of her reverie, clapping automatically with everyone else in the room. Turning her attention to her plate, she shuddered as she forced the thought of his voice and touch out of her mind. She smiled as the food appeared before her and she began to settle in.
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