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Weasley's Wizard Wheezes	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 131977 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 30
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A/N: Happy New Year! This year I think we're back on track. Sorry about the delay- hopefully the slightly longer chapter was worth the wait!

It only seemed to take a moment for the pebble to work its magic but in that moment she pulled her arms through the sleeves of her shirt and left it draped over her body. There was no sense in continuing to stand there topless as the current product did not seem to warrant it. At first it just felt like she had put a smooth marble onto her tongue; no flavor, no temperature, nothing. She rolled it along the roof of her mouth. But after a moment she could feel it starting to dissolve, like a burst of foam rippling over her tongue. For a moment her tongue felt completely numb and then it was alive with a tingling pins and needles sensation. Hermione pressed her tongue against the roof of her mouth but didn’t notice much of a difference. As she slid her tongue out of her mouth and over her lips she noticed the difference. It was like holding a buzzing toy against her lips. “Oh!” she cried a bit surprised at the sensation; it was a rather powerful vibration.

            “Good oh? Or bad oh?” George asked. “I’m not sure how long it lasts, maybe five minutes or so?” he glanced over the notes Fred had made in the green book. “Severus, I’m going to have her give you a kiss, tell me what you think,” he said.

            She could feel the crimson flushing in her cheeks at George’s words, trying not to think back to the brutal but pleasing manner in which he’d kissed her the night before. Her eyes glanced at him and it made her stomach flip over. He was standing in front of her, half expectantly, his eyes neutral, lips the same, but there was something about the way he looked at her then, as if knowing her kiss regardless of the tingling tongue, would be inadequate. Hermione stepped closer to him and moved one hand up to cup his cheek.

            Leaning up on her tiptoes she closed her eyes and brought her lips to his; slowly tracing his lips with the tip of her vibrating tongue. He didn’t pull back but she was too nervous to open her own eyes to see if he had closed his or not. She could feel her tongue vibrating rather strongly, like a tingling pulse as she gently pressed it against his lips. Surprisingly he parted his lips and she deepened the kiss; her hand still firmly cupping his cheek as she gently explored his mouth. It was hard to tell if he was kissing her back or if the vibrations were causing his tongue to feel like it was moving.

            “Ahem,” George cleared his throat and Hermione blushed profusely, pulling back quite promptly. “Well?” he asked.

            She didn’t dare bring her eyes to look at him, knowing that her cheeks were stinging with enough embarrassment to say it all. She felt him step back and through her lowered eyes watched him shrug his shoulders. “I don’t personally see the attraction to sucking on a vibrator,” he said flatly. “But if you’re looking to see that it feels like one, you’ve hit your mark,” he said.

            Already she could feel the buzzing simmering down slightly. “It’s starting to fade a bit,” she said, turning around to face George.

            “Oh, hmm,” he muttered flipping a few pages in the book. “Pop another one, will you? I had wanted you to test it a bit beyond just a kiss.”

            Hermione swallowed hard. She cast a nervous glance at Severus who kept his features schooled to neutral perfection. Reaching over to the table she plucked up a purple pebble and popped it into her mouth. It took a moment, as the green one had, and then with a ripple of foam she could feel her tongue tingling. “Alright.”

            “Severus, drop your trousers, I’ll have her tongue you a bit, see how it feels,” George gave the command as if he were asking them to brew a potion or something else as equally mundane. A cloud of butterflies seemed to take flight in her stomach, sending wave after wave of nerves shooting through her body as she watched his long elegant fingers move to the buckle of his belt and undo his trousers. Before she could help herself she found her eyes staring straight at his crotch as he pushed the fabric of his trousers and boxers down past his knees. “Hermione, kneel down, and just try gently licking him, shaft, tip, balls, just to get a general idea if it’s strong enough…or too strong,” he muttered, the sound of the quill scratching away in the background.

            She was frozen solid; unmoving, unblinking, eyes fixed on his manhood, which at present was rather flaccid. The thick dark pubic curls that were nestled at the base of his shaft remained in the clean cut shamrock shape, though they were thankfully no longer green. She wasn’t entirely sure she was going to be able to do what had been asked of her, much less had he dropped his trousers and she had been confronted with the novelty coloring.

            Hermione’s breath hitched in her throat and she stifled the gasp as she felt herself suddenly being pulled forward and then gently pushed down, a firm hand upon her shoulders. Wide eyes gazed up at him and he was gazing down at her with a steady even look in his eyes; as if observing her in class. This made her flush but she was unable to look away, holding his gaze with trepidation, as if awaiting permission. She half expected him to thread his fingers into her hair and guide her lips forward. But he only stood there, hand still firmly gripping her shoulder.

            Being on her knees brought her face quite close to his cock. She’d never done anything quite like this before and he knew it, she’d expressed as much the night before. Though she supposed George wasn’t actually asking her to perform the task so much as just experimentally move her vibrating tongue over his more sensitive bits. She shivered, a gush of heat rushing between her legs just thinking about the notion. Stop it. Stop it! Her mind screamed.

            A cold round pebble was pressed against her lips and once again her eyes flew up to meet his. “At the rate you’re going that one’s probably stopped vibrating,” he muttered, holding the blue candy against her lips and pressing it firmly until it was in her mouth. “Go ahead, Miss Granger,” he whispered and then nodded at her.

            Her whole body was wound tightly as she was presented with the prospect of her first ever oral encounter with male genitalia. One shaking hand moved to balance her frame against his hip, letting her palm touch his skin, which was surprisingly warm. Leaning her head slightly forward, the pebbled having dissolved into a wave of foaming vibrations, Hermione parted her lips and gently poked the tip of her pink tongue against the tip of his flaccid shaft. She jerked back, biting her lower lip when his cock twitched.

            Severus was no longer looking at her; no longer gazing down at her. She didn’t know what to make of it, she supposed that feeling something vibrating as strongly as her tongue against a sensitive bit of nerves was bound to generate such a response. Drawing in a calming breath she slowly moved her tongue over and around the tip of his shaft, a slow sweeping motion that then trailed down the underside of his shaft until she was hovering quite close to his balls. Hermione closed her eyes; inhaling his scent, a musky and heady scent that filled her, causing another slight gush of heat to pool between her legs. She hadn’t noticed before; when she’d been applying the novelty coloring to his pubic hair the day before, but she also supposed that was because her nose hadn’t been pressed right at his crotch either.

            Focus, just focus, her mind was trying to calm her nerves. Her heart was racing a mile a minute, threatening to pound through her rib cage and break out of her chest. She opened her eyes knowing that if she kept them closed she was bound to screw up somehow. With a nervous tremor, Hermione parted her lips once more and ran her vibrating tongue down over the tender sacks of flesh that held his testicles, watching in fascination as his cock began to twitch once more, growing more solid with every passing second.

            She stroked her tongue around his balls, under them and then slowly back up his shaft, which was now semi-hard, slowly licking his tip. Repeating this pattern, Hermione continued to lick her tongue over him, watching with even more fascination than before as his cock began to lengthen; firming all the more with each passing stroke. It was no mystery as to how the penis worked in regards to going from flaccid to turgid during sexual arousal, but to see it happening before her eyes was rather astounding. She had never before been the direct result of such a phenomenon. And despite her nerves and embarrassment at finding the situation rather arousing, she was quite impressed with her ability, however meager.

            The hand on her shoulder pushed her back slightly and she realized that the vibrations in her tongue had stopped. A bright hot flush flooded her cheeks and she lowered her head. But she couldn’t avert her gaze from his now mostly erect manhood. She forced herself to turn around and then slowly stood up, keeping her back to him as she heard him pulling his garments back up, fastening his belt in place.

            “So what do you think?” George asked.

            “It is stimulating,” he said crossing his arms over his chest, “Though unless you’re suffering from erectile dysfunction or hypersensitivity I cannot imagine that it wouldn’t be.”

            “You didn’t find it pleasing?”

            Severus shrugged his shoulders. “Again, not my particular preference, I don’t find vibrations necessary, but I should not be a judge for your male demographic, I’m sure there are plenty of men out there who will find such a product appeasing.” Severus nodded at George. “More so for the women, I imagine…having a vibrating tongue just about anywhere would be pleasing, one would think.”

            “Right,” said George, making hasty notes in the ledger. “Well let’s test your theory, Hermione, take your shirt off, he can start with your nipple and move to your more sensitive bits.”

            There wasn’t enough color left in her face to fulfill the blush that was trying to stain there. She supposed there would be little difference in his tongue against her nipple now than when he had been licking her for the taste of the novelty paints. Caught up in her thoughts once more, it was his withering gaze that roused her back to the present situation. Hermione began to fiddle with her shirt, pulling it off once more. “Should I just sit up on the table naked?” she asked hesitantly.

            “Yeah, that would work too,” George said, idly waving at her while continuing to flip through page after page in the book.

            She regretted asking the question aloud and could not for the life of her understand what had prompted her to do so. Although rationally he had seen all of her, albeit in separate halves, there was something dreadfully nerve wrecking about the thought of Severus Snape seeing her completely naked. Slipping out of her shirt she was a bit slower with her panties before hopping up on the table, completely naked. While she didn’t rush to cover her breasts she found herself fidgeting slightly, sliding her legs together and crossing them to hide her smooth sex from sight.

            Severus had stepped forward dragging with him the stool from the previous day and with a simple brush of his hands pushed her legs apart. He stood between them, flush against the table now fully clothed, eyeing her chest for a moment. With a silent reach he plucked up a green pebble and popped it into his mouth. A moment later he quirked an eyebrow up on his forehead, the vibrations making his lips tremble slightly. “Buzzy,” he muttered and then leaned his head forward.

            Parted lips met her nipple and her breath hitched audibly in her throat. His tongue began to lave over the pert bud which had already been slightly stiff. Hermione whimpered feeling the strong vibrations rippling through her skin, teasing her and causing her body to heat. Slow sweeping circles, just as before; around her areola, over the taut bud as his lips suckled against her and pulled her into his mouth. She inhaled sharply when he began to flicker just the buzzing tip of his tongue right against her pebbled flesh and she forced her eyes closed, trying not to think about how such a wet vibration might feel elsewhere.

            “So it feels good then?” George asked, gazing at Hermione, who was now quite flushed, her body warmer than was comfortable despite being naked. “Why don’t you lay back so he can lick you a bit between your legs, see if the vibrations are too strong.”

            Her body’s desperate desires were easily outweighing her mind’s rationale and she was flat back on the cool surface of the table before she’d even realized she’d lain down. She bit her lower lip hoping that there would not be a comment about her state of arousal, but she could hardly help it. Sticky heat had already pooled between her legs and it made her tremble as she heard him pull the stool closer to the table. “Oh!” she cried, his hands firmly on her hips, dragging her body to the edge of it.

            Thoughts asunder, Hermione sat up to ease him in moving her, but before she could so much as brace her hands against the table, as she had done on his counter the night before, he was bowing his head slightly forward. Severus paused, reaching over top her thigh and grabbed a second candy, this one white. He sucked it between his lips and waited a moment before bringing his lips flush against her swollen slick labia. She bit her lower lip hard to keep from crying out as his vibrating tongue stroked a slow trek from the base of her sex straight up to her clit. She could not restrain her strangled cry of pleasure when the tip of his tongue flicked casually against her hooded nerve bundle.

            If her arousal bothered him he said nothing, but she couldn’t bring herself to look at him lest she find him smirking at her or sneering. Her eyes fluttered closed as she felt his tongue begin to sweep up and down through her sex, pausing after a few licks to delicately caress her sensitive bundle of nerves. She struggled not to grind her hips against him, but all the while jolt after jolt of pleasure raced through her body, bringing her dangerously close to the edge. Hermione could feel herself nearly about to break climax when his tongue, though moving idly against her lips, seemed to still, no longer vibrating.

            A soft grunt of frustration was her only plea as he lifted his head and turned to George. “You’ll have to do something about the time in which the vibrations fade,” he said. “It would appear that it is just long enough to get a witch fully hot and bothered but not quite long enough to finish the deed.”

            So very clinical; his commentary about the intimate act that he’d just performed, it made him sound cold, though she supposed she shouldn’t have expected otherwise, given that he’d turned her out after bringing her to that exact same edge the night before, leaving her in a heightened state with no release. “It’s— not too much,” she said, her voice husky and low. Hermione blushed and cleared her throat. “I mean it’s not— maybe I’m not that sensitive—”

            “I’d beg to differ,” Severus said with a simple shrug. “I find you to be quite sensitive, but if the vibrations were not too harsh for your…sensitivities,” he trailed off and for a moment she thought she saw the ghost of a smirk cross his lips.

            “No, not too harsh,” she muttered and then quickly crossed her legs. Seated at the edge of the table with her legs now dangling in front of his face she glanced over at George. “He is right, you need to have the vibrations last longer,” she repeated.

            “Okay, okay,” said George, waving them off. He was scribbling in the ledger once more, nearly upending his pot of ink in his haste. “Can you both pop one and kiss?” he asked. “See how that works out?”

            Hermione felt her stomach fluttering; her clit still tingling with the desperate need to be touched. She followed his hand with her eyes, watching him pluck up the last two pebbles from the crinkled paper on the table beside her. Severus held out his hand and she took the pink one from his palm, leaving him with another white one. Together they each took the candy into their mouths and waited.

            Severus stood up, cupping her cheek as she had done him and pressed his tongue into her mouth. Hermione shrieked, pulling back as she slid down off the table; her whole body shuddering. George jumped up from his stool, knocking his pot of ink to the floor. “What?” he asked alarmed.

            Hermione clutched at her lips as if she’d been burned. “Oow!” she cried. A well of tears rushed up to her eyes but she did her best to blink them back. Her tongue was stinging fiercely as if she’d stuck it into a live electrical socket.

            Severus was also rubbing his lips though he had not made the fuss that she had. He narrowed his eyes at George. “It would appear they are not meant to be used together, it felt like a pulse of lightning burning through my tongue when it met her tongue,” he snapped. “That needs to be printed in large bold letters lest you find yourself with a lawsuit on your hands.”

            George had moved to stand beside Hermione and was lightly pinching at her cheek. She opened her mouth, tongue lolling out. “Let me see,” he said, gently turning her head to examine her tongue. “Don’t see any scorches,” he said and then with a wave of his wand summoned an ice cube. “Here,” he said and placed it against her lips. Graciously she sucked it in and whimpered a sigh of relief as the ice met her tongue. “Do you want one?” he asked Severus.

            “No,” he said, keeping his gaze on Hermione, watching as she rubbed the ice cube over her lips with her tongue.

            “Right, well that’s going to need some work,” George said before returning to his stool. With a wave of his wand he cleaned up the spilled ink. “Just a few more for today I think,” he said. “If you’re alright?”

            Hermione nodded her head. It took her another moment or two before the ice had melted away in her mouth. “Yes, that’s fine,” she said, licking her tongue around her lips as if to ensure they were still there and that it still worked.

            “Right.” George stood and moved across the workshop to a stack of boxes. After rummaging through them for several moments he returned with a small black box. Emblazoned on the lid unmistakably was the Hogwarts Crest. He set it down on the table next to where she sat. “Here,” he said and nodded to the box.

            Hermione’s brow knitted in confusion. “George, why is the Hogwarts Crest on this box?”

            “Hogwarts House Pride Willy Wrappers.” He beamed.

            “Condoms?” she exclaimed, lifting the lid of the box and blushing. Inside the box were four section, each filled with a series of foil pouches, color coordinated to each of the four Hogwarts houses. “Ribbed Ravenclaw?” she asked incredulously, lifting a shiny blue and silver square from one of the sections. “Slippery Slytherin?”

            “Unique in their novelty purpose, one for each house,” he grinned.

            Severus said nothing. Hermione seemed beside herself. “But—”

            “You have used condoms before, haven’t you?” George posed the question, not really directing it to one or the other.

            Severus nodded. She blushed before nodding as well. It had not been a particularly pleasant experience; a muggle boy from her childhood neighborhood the summer after fifth year. As memory served her it had been awkward and they had made her itch. She tried not to think about this as she gazed at the box.

            “They are indeed a novelty in the wizarding community,” Severus said, eying the box. “And you intend to capitalize on that market,” he stated.

            George nodded. “I know most wizards would just rather use a potion, but these will be fun…they’ll have a— well for lack of better word— a fun element to them.”

            “A bit repetitive,” Severus muttered and then picked up the box, examining the silver packages with the green serpent emblem in the center of them. He held it between his fingers and then placed the box back on the table. “Might I?” he asked, nodding at George.

            “By all means, I intend to have you test them, there’s a few there, so open one up and have a look.” Those words were all it took for Hermione’s whole body to go numb. Test them; which would no doubt mean to be using them for their intended purpose— as a protective implement of sex. Her eyes frantically flashed to Severus, who was busy removing the seemingly green and silver condom from its foil packaging, staring it at intently as if it were some rare potions ingredient to be cataloged and added to his stores.

            “This one is particularly thick with lubrication,” he said.

            George flipped over a page in his notes without looking up at them. “Umm…Slippery Slytherin, yes, coated with an extra-slick lubrication for shared super-pleasure…super pleasure?” he snorted. “You’ll have to do better than that, Fred,” he muttered gazing upward at the ceiling of the workshop. “You want to test that one first then, since you have it open?”

            Severus shrugged and then gazed at Hermione. “I don’t see why not.”

            “Great,” George stood from his stool and then moved over, clearing the rest of the marble table. “Erm, Hermione, why don’t you hop up on the edge, you can lie back here, and we can start once you get situated.”

            She nodded dumbly; unable to respond otherwise. It had all been extremely awkward up until that point. But this had suddenly become the threshold of no return. He’d had his tongue between her legs, going so far as to do so the night before in an attempt to make her more prepared. She doubted there could be a more intimate act shared between a man and a woman and yet the prospect of feeling him; actually feeling him push his manhood into her vagina sent her roiling with unrestrained emotions that made no sense at all. Terror and exhilaration mingled with an assortment of flutters in her stomach and that sticky warmth flooding between her legs; all of those sensations bombarded her at once.

            Once more she found herself seated on the edge of the table, slowly reclining back, gazing up at the ceiling of the workshop, too nervous to look anyplace else. The familiar sound of his trousers coming undone filled her ear; first the buckle and clasp and then the zip. She closed her eyes; feeling her heart thundering wildly in her chest. She was certain her knees were quaking, as they hung at the edge of the table, her whole body on edge as she felt him step between her legs as he had a moment before; parting them with his body.

            “Now, Hermione,” George began, his voice sounding far away; muddled through the rushing blood in her ears. “If it’s too slick or slippery— or not slippery enough— I just need an idea on the levels, and whether or not it feels comfortable, alright?”

            “Alright,” she said, her voice shaky and low. She had opened her eyes when he’d addressed her, tilting her head to the side to look at him, though his eyes were once again focused in the ledger.

            “Severus, you too, let me know if its slipping off or gives you discomfort— shouldn’t have any grip resistance,” he said, scribbling something else in the ledger, motioning his hand in their direction to start.

            Drawing in a deep breath, she held it; exhaling suddenly when she felt his hands on her hips. “Slide down a bit,” he said, guiding her hips to the edge of the table more, one hand pushing against the inside of her thigh to give him better access. She was trembling, unable to hide her body’s response to him and the notion that he was about to plunge his rigid cock into her tight dripping core. Already she could feel the tip of him, wrapped in the slickly lubed condom, at her entrance and again she forced her eyes closed.

            Severus gripped her hip with one hand, the other holding the edge of the table and he pushed himself into her; slowly, fully, deeply. She whimpered; a strangled moan escaping her lips as she felt him fill her. He was large; she had seen him but seeing him even when he was semi-erect had not prepared her for what that size would feel like inside of her. Not painfully large but large enough to fill her more thoroughly than she had ever been filled before. And he was wide; though she supposed she had nothing to really compare his girth to as the other boys— few that there had been— were rather slender. Perhaps this girth was average compared to what she had experienced.

            He rested within her a moment before slowly and firmly pulling back, each agonizing inch of his cock sliding back out of her, making her whimper again. She could hear them talking; again sounding as if they were far away, muddled by the racing thrum of her heart that was echoing ferociously in her ears. They were exchanging words; something about ease and fluidity and the tingling sensation of the lubrication. And then they were calling her name. He was calling her name.

            “W-what?” she stammered, feeling her body winding tightly with pleasure. He was gazing down at her, forcing her to look up at him with the intensity of his stare; as if he were trying to bore holes through her with his eyes. She could feel him, he was still moving; as if fucking her in slow motion. Gliding in with a firm but eased motion and then pulling back out. “What?” she repeated.

            “How does it feel?” he asked, echoing the question George had asked.

            But her response was a slight moan as he pushed himself into her a bit more firmly than before; shifting the speed at which he was previously moving. She gasped slightly, feeling as if her heart would rupture in her chest. “It’s…slick…” she tried to neutralize her voice, failing miserably to do so. It was more the slick it was sheer bliss; his cock, wrapped in a slippery liquid velvet stroking into her most intimate orifice; it was beyond pleasure it was heaven. But there were not enough coherent words in her mind to articulate such a feeling, she was struggling just to keep from bucking her hips up off the table and begging him for more.

            “No resistance or discomfort?” George asked. Severus shook his head. Hermione could only do the same, no longer trusting her voice or vocabulary. “Right,” he said, making a secondary notation in the ledger, before scratching his head thoughtfully. “I’m torn,” he admitted, looking up from the book, catching Severus’s eye. “I want to test the others— but there are more practical tests that could be done on this but given the way the male body works…” he trailed off and sighed. “What do you think?”

            Hermione was too lost in the sensation of him once again filling her to properly follow the conversation. He was buried to the hilt inside of her; stilled and not moving, but just being filled was enough to drive her mad; her walls clutching and pulsing slightly around him. If it bothered him or aroused him further he gave no indication, focusing completely on George and his question at that moment.

            “I think that if you wish to fully test the product you should do whatever it is you have in mind while we have it here,” he said. “It isn’t as if there won’t be other opportunities for the others,” he said simply.

            George nodded with a shrug of his shoulders. “Ok,” he said and then picked up his quill once more. “Can you finish? I want to make sure it will hold— it should, Fred’s notes indicate he used a standard construction for the condom itself, rather than just enchanting a muggle one, but I want to make sure there isn’t an issue with the additional lubricant.”

            Severus nodded, turning his head back to gaze down at her. And when he spoke, she flushed furiously in her cheeks, turning her head to look away. “Wrap your legs up around me,” he said, taking his hand from the table to guide her right leg up around his backside.

            She could feel her body throbbing; it was on fire and she could no longer tell if it was from sheer desire and pleasure or total mortification that he was basically instructing her through sex. But no sooner had her legs wrapped round him that he began to pump himself into her. Hermione cried out, startled and pleasured all at once. She bit her lower lip hard, too embarrassed to have made such a sound. But he was fucking her then and she was quickly losing her grip. Hard firm thrusts; quicker than before but not so rapid as to be completely without control. With her legs wrapped around him it allowed him to penetrate her more deeply, hitting a spot up inside of her that made her desperately want to cry out.

            Hermione forced her eyes closed, clenching her fists at her side; it was an impossible battle— torn between trying to remain neutral and desperately wanting to give into the pleasures he was providing her by fucking her. And the slickness of the condom, mingling with her own arousal was only enhancing the wondrous sensations, sending shivers up and down her spine. “Ooh…” she moaned, unable to help herself,

            Severus was silent, his eyes gazing down at her, never moving from hers, his body showing no signs of anything as he increased his pace slightly. And then without warning he was slamming hard fast strokes deep into her core; pumping rapidly several times before slamming solidly into her, and exhaling with a slight grunt; his body trembling slightly as he came. It was a silent orgasm, his cock shuddering slightly inside of her and had she not felt him deep within her she wouldn’t have known that he had finished.

            He rested there a moment, his chest rising and falling quite heavily, though he still remained silent. And after that moment he eased himself out of her; pulling back, carefully clutching his cock as he did, turning his back to her once he’d slipped out of her. “Seems to hold just fine,” he told George, his voice sounding almost exactly the same as it had when he’d told her to wrap her legs around him, though slightly winded. “Doesn’t slip on pulling out either.”

            Hermione closed her eyes; she’d come so close and still no release. She could hear Severus’s muttered charms, cleaning himself and vanishing the now used condom, the sound of his trousers and the belt coming back into place. She could hear George scribbling away in the ledger, but above all she could hear her heart still thumping wildly in her chest, her body still trembling slightly from what he’d done to her.

            “Right,” it was George’s voice who broke her reverie. “Well, one down three to go but I suppose they’ll have to wait until tomorrow,” he said with a bit of a smile on his lips. “I’ve got—” he paused and glanced down in his ledger. “Well— I guess I don’t have— I thought I did but what I can easily put my hands on are all…well they’ll have to wait a bit, I’ve got heaps of things that need testing but nothing that you two could use at the moment, of course all the things you two could use at the moment I’ve rightly no idea where they are,” he admitted a bit sheepishly. “So I guess we’ll wrap early today then.”

            There was a brief nod exchanged between Severus and George, and without so much as a word, Severus swept from the room, leaving Hermione alone on the table, still naked. “Good work today, Hermione,” George said. “I’m going to take the ledger up to the flat and work for the evening, you can show yourself out, yes?” he asked hopefully.

            Sitting up and crossing her legs, she drew her arms across her chest, still slightly dumbfounded at the whole experience. “Yes, of course,” she said, smiling weakly, watching him retreat from the room as well. It took her several moments after George had left to finally pull herself down off the table and dress. She wasn’t sure where she was staying that night, mostly likely The Burrow again, but one thing was for certain; she knew no matter where she stayed she would not be getting one wink of sleep.

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