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The Hogsmeade Camera Club	By : Dazzlious Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 17402 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Apologies for the delay in posting. I have been tied up with work . . . and Christmas parties. Thank you for reading and for reviewing. Dx

It was a few weeks later, and whilst Hermione was at work, that an owl arrived from Professor Snape inviting her to join him the following Sunday — if she was still interested and wasn’t too busy. She almost whooped with delight, causing her colleagues to stare at her curiously. Her heart started racing again at the realisation that he hadn’t just been being polite to her and really did think she would enhance his photographs. She wasn’t seriously holding out much hope that anything else would happen between them, but she was determined to be ready in case the opportunity arose.
After the shoot she had done at Malfoy Manor, Mr Fenwick had contacted her and invited her to take part in one of the camera club’s ‘costume scenarios’ and she had agreed to consider it. He had assured her that there would be no nudity and that costumes would be provided for what was to be a mixed-sex group shoot — both models and photographers — and mentioned a surprisingly large sum of money for what appeared to Hermione to be an easier session than the one she had already participated in. She had seriously considered it for a while but eventually turned down the opportunity; she didn’t want to become reliant on the money as she had no intention of continuing to model for the club, regardless of how well her inaugural shoot had gone. Now, she was extremely glad she had decided against going as it clashed with her date with Professor Snape, and she knew which one she would prefer to do.
Thinking of Professor Snape had made her think briefly of Lucius, who she had been steadfastly avoiding ever since the Hogsmeade Camera Club shoot had taken place. He had tried to collar her one day in a corridor in the Ministry of Magic but fortunately she wasn’t alone and was on her way to a meeting so she couldn’t stop to talk to him for longer than just a polite greeting. Ever since then she had carefully scanned the area where she was walking to ensure he didn’t come upon her unawares and catch her somewhere she couldn’t escape him; she suspected long-term exposure to his seductive and flirtatious personality could prove fatal, regardless of her current resolve. She had obviously been a decent enough model, as Dean had been complementary, although to be honest she expected nothing less of her good-natured friend; but even Percy had sought her out and congratulated her on what he had called ‘an exemplary shoot’.
When the allotted day arrived Hermione met Severus, as he had insisted she call him, in Hogsmeade. After a short discussion he Apparated them both to his home in a place called Spinner’s End, stopping only briefly in the rather old-fashioned terraced house to collect his camera before walking with Hermione to the park, which turned out to be every bit as beautiful as he had told her it was. The two of them had spent several hours walking around. Severus took many photographs, most of which had Hermione in them. He also bought her the promised ice cream, and as they sat by the lake watching children feed the ducks and play with toy boats, she told him all about her job at the Ministry of Magic. She was pleased to find that he was interested and had obviously listened to what she was saying, as he asked her several pertinent and intelligent questions.
Hermione enjoyed every minute of their time together and soon came to realise that her schoolgirl crush had evolved into something far deeper and naughtier. She really did fancy Severus and she wasn’t looking forward to the afternoon coming to an end. As they slowly walked back towards Severus’ home, talking now more generally of various people they knew, Hermione wished she didn’t have to leave him. She was aware that the Potions Master needed to return to Hogwarts for school the following day and she had to go to work, too, but she would quite happily have spent all night awake if it would give her more time with the object of her affection. She was therefore delighted when Severus invited her to stay for dinner.

‘I have to admit to having been a little sneaky,’ Severus told her as they were enjoying a glass of red wine at the table after eating a delicious home-cooked meal.
Hermione had been a little surprised at Severus’ cooking skills. There was no reason he shouldn’t have been a good cook, but spending so much time at Hogwarts where meals were served to him three times a day probably didn’t do anything to keep his skills up. Hermione, who had trouble boiling water let alone making anything edible that didn’t involve toast, was always impressed when anyone showed the slightest skill in the kitchen. She often joked that the main reason she had stayed friends with Ron after leaving school was so she would at least get a decent meal a couple of times a week as he had turned out to be a fabulous cook. Obviously, this wasn’t the main reason for their friendship but it did explain why several evenings a week were spent at Harry and Ron’s flat rather than at hers.
Hermione looked at Severus with interest. Her voice was amused as she asked, ‘Sneaky, eh? Why, what have you done?’
‘I was hoping that the meal and the wine might relax you enough that I could convince you to do a little more modelling for me,’ he admitted, trying to sound casual. ‘I suppose you could call it a bribe.’
Hermione looked at him in astonishment. He had taken four rolls of film during their walk that afternoon and yet he was proposing to take more photos of her. She thought about the dingy lounge she had looked around briefly while Severus had started preparing their dinner — bookcases containing old, thick potions books lined the walls; a dowdy three-piece suite that definitely needed reupholstering faced an ugly fireplace, along with a violently-patterned carpet that clashed with the furniture and was straight out of the 1970s. She had decided to go and watch Severus cook rather than stay in the depressing, ugly room, and she was a little disconcerted that he might want to take photographs of her there.
But perhaps he won’t choose the lounge, the little voice in her brain said wickedly. There are other rooms in the house. Maybe he’ll take you to his bedroom. Perhaps he wants to take photos of you laying on his bed.
A small shiver of excitement ran up Hermione’s spine at this possibility and she couldn’t help wondering what Severus’ bedroom looked like. She just hoped it was a little less gaudily decorated than the lounge.
‘And where do you want to take these photos?’ she asked, looking at him intently as she took a sip of her wine.
Severus looked a little uncomfortable for a moment; then he said, ‘I was wondering if you might allow me to take them in . . . erm . . . my laboratory.’
‘Your laboratory.’ Hermione repeated the words, sounding surprised.
She’d had no idea that he had a laboratory at the house. But of course it made sense. He was a Potions Master, after all and it was unlikely that he only made potions when he was at school. Taking photos of her in there would cover all his interests in one fell swoop.
‘Do you mind?’ he asked carefully. ‘You can say no if you’d rather not. I understand that you might be fed up with me taking your photograph after this afternoon.’
Hermione, relaxed by the wine, decided it was time to be brave. She smiled at him. ‘I’m happy to do it, Severus. The meal was truly delicious, as is the wine, and it’s the least I can do to repay you for your hospitality.’
And it means I don’t have to go home just yet, too, she thought wickedly. And who knows where photographs in the laboratory might lead if I’m really lucky.
Severus looked pleased with her response and hurriedly cleared away the dishes, putting them to soak in the sink.
‘Just wait there and I’ll get my camera and some more film then we can go to the laboratory . . . if you’re ready to move, that is?’
‘I’m ready whenever you are,’ Hermione told him with a grin.
In truth she was actually quite interested to see Severus’ laboratory as she had always been fascinated by his classroom at Hogwarts. Although she had heard that his office contained some awful things in jars, she had always had the urge to go and have a look at them, too, as she knew some of the contents were supposed to be quite rare. It would be fascinating to see what he had here, what he felt he could keep in a Muggle home, although it would be quite safe — he probably didn’t get many visitors considering the state of the place, and it was unlikely the house would be burgled as he had probably placed repelling charms on the house to stop Muggles being too nosey.
Severus stuck his head round the door. ‘If you want to come this way? Bring the wine.’
Hermione stood up, and taking the bottle and both glasses of wine with her she followed Severus to his laboratory. She was impressed she had to admit. It was an extremely well-stocked room and looked like a little piece of Hogwarts inside a small terraced Muggle house. Severus was already setting up his camera, adjusting a small tripod he had put on top of the workbench.
‘Can you get a cauldron from the cupboard over there, please?’ he asked as he indicated to the left of him.
Hermione put the bottle and wine glasses down and went to the cupboard, opening it to discover a stock of different sized cauldrons in varying metals.
‘Any one in particular?’ she asked.
Snape looked appraisingly at Hermione for a moment and then towards the open cupboard. ‘A gold one would be good. Any size.’
Hermione located a mid-size gold cauldron and took it back over to the bench and set it up. At Snape’s request she retrieved the ingredients for a simple reducing solution while he put a new roll of film in his camera. Finally he was ready to shoot, and over the next forty-five minutes he took several photographs of her while she made the potion. At first it was a bit strange, being photographed while she brewed, and it was even odder to be making a potion after so many years, but Hermione remembered her lessons well enough and soon had a perfectly brewed potion bubbling away in the cauldron.
‘I wonder if I could be a little bit cheekier?’ Severus asked her, after he had placed yet another roll of film in his camera.
Hermione looked at him with interest. ‘Cheek away.’
‘I know this seems a bit odd, considering the location, but I was just wondering whether there was any chance of you. . . .’ He broke off for a moment, licking his lips, as Hermione continued to stare at him. ‘Your dress is beautiful, but. . . .’
‘You want me to take it off?’ Hermione asked with a smile.
‘As I said, I know I’m being really cheeky,’ Severus replied, grinning ruefully.
Hermione shrugged as she gave him a wink. ‘Why not? I mean, you’ve seen it all before.’
Her heart was racing as she opened the dress to reveal the sexiest underwear she owned, which she had worn on the extremely vague off-chance that she and Severus might get intimate. She took her time, knowing that Severus was photographing her as she undressed. She enjoyed teasing him as she slowly revealed her body to him. And she knew it was working. She could tell from the way he was directing her that he was getting pleasure from watching her, as much as she was enjoying giving him a show.
For a moment Lucius Malfoy’s rose garden slid into her mind and once again she imagined Severus there, photographing her as she lay naked on the bench. Suddenly she knew what she was going to do. Judging where the camera was and moving slightly so she was mainly hidden behind the still bubbling cauldron, Hermione reached behind her and undid her bra, pulling it off and dropping it on the workbench.
Severus made a quiet noise which sounded to Hermione like a sigh or a moan and she smiled at him as he continued to snap away at her, hoping that she had got it right and her breasts were covered by the cauldron.
‘Can you pass me my wine?’ she asked, noticing that her voice was now a bit husky. Mr Fenwick had been right: photographic shoots could be extremely erotic.
Severus hurriedly refilled her almost empty glass and passed it to her as he stared constantly, apparently unable to take his eyes off her. Hermione took a large mouthful of the wine to give her courage and then moved so she was no longer standing behind the cauldron.
‘You really are absolutely gorgeous,’ Severus said as he continued to gaze at her, his voice full of awe. It had also got lower and richer. ‘So beautiful.’
Hermione felt herself blushing at his compliment and could feel the butterflies swooping and diving in her stomach. He thought she was beautiful. But how to take advantage of the situation and move it on?
‘Do you want to take any more photos?’ she enquired.
‘I have to admit I would like to take hundreds of them,’ Severus answered truthfully, his voice a little stiff. ‘Although I’m afraid I’m not thinking about taking them in the laboratory.’
‘Do you want to move somewhere else, then?’ Hermione asked quietly. She knew she was shaking a little; arousal was running through her entire body in waves. She took another calming sip of the wine.
‘Hermione, I can’t ask you to—’
She cut him off as she walked right up to him, looking deep into his eyes as she put her hand over his mouth to stop him speaking. Well, she had gone this far — so she might as go the whole hog.
‘Tell me what you want and I’ll do it, Severus,’ she told him, her voice even huskier now.
Severus’ eyes widened for a moment.
‘Are you sure?’ he asked. There was a slightly desperate quality to his voice now, although he was trying to hide it.
‘Absolutely,’ Hermione confirmed with a nod. ‘On one condition.’
‘And what’s that?’ Severus asked, his voice darker than she had ever heard it.
Hermione gazed at him, her heart beating like a drum, her stomach swirling with the butterflies and licked her lips nervously. Did she really dare to say what she was thinking? Well, she had to say something now that she had started and the little voice in her mind was screaming at her to go for it.
‘That you give me a kiss,’ she said with a smile. ‘Give me a kiss, Severus, and I’m all yours.’
He looked at her with longing but admitted ruefully, ‘I’m not really one for kissing. I haven’t honestly had that much opportunity.’
‘Time to start, then,’ Hermione replied quietly and she moved to wrap her arms around him, her lips moving towards his.
For a moment Severus did nothing, but as their lips met he suddenly pulled her close in return, his arms holding her tight as his mouth attacked hers feverishly. Hermione could feel the buttons on his frock coat pressing into her skin as he gripped her hard, the kissing gaining in intensity the longer it continued. He might not get the opportunity to kiss much but as far as she was concerned he was amazing at it and now she was desperate for more.
‘That was wonderful,’ she whispered sincerely as they finally parted. ‘You can do that as much as you like, Se—’
She was cut off by another kiss, every bit as passionate as the one before; one of Severus’ hands moved to run through her hair as his tongue plundered hers. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing herself against him, realising as she did that he was as aroused as she.
‘I really want to take you to bed, Hermione,’ Severus told her honestly after several more kisses had occurred.
‘Yes, please,’ she responded, looking into his eyes so he could see she was serious.
He loosed the hand in her hair, dropping it to her bottom where it was soon joined by the other and he picked her up. Hermione wrapped her legs around him, her arms still around his neck. Her lips attacked his with small pecking kisses as he carried her from the room and made his way along the hall corridor and up the stairs.
‘Are you sure about this?’ he asked her, his voice rich and dark and sounding serious as they stopped on the landing outside a closed door.
Hermione drew him into another kiss. Once it had finished she told him, ‘I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life, Severus.’
Anxiety gone, now replaced by elation, Severus smiled happily and opened the door to his bedroom, walking rapidly across the room to release Hermione onto the bed. He gazed down on her where she now lay, the desire shining brightly in his eyes.
‘I forgot the camera,’ he said quietly.
Hermione reached out her arms to him. ‘You can get it later . . . unless you want to take photos first.’
Severus looked like he was torn. It was clear that he wanted to kiss her again and join her on the bed, but at the same time he was aware that he missing a once in a lifetime photographic opportunity. Hermione put her arms down.
‘Go and get your camera,’ she told him gently, with a smile. ‘Now I’m here it would be a shame to waste the opportunity.’
Severus bent to kiss her again, his hand stroking her cheek as he pulled away.
‘Don’t move,’ he said as he stood up, prepared to race back to the laboratory to get his camera.
‘Oh, I’ve no intention of going anywhere,’ Hermione told him honestly. ‘Hurry back.’
Severus must have run, she decided, as it took him less than two minutes to retrieve his camera and return to her side. It was almost as quick as Apparating and it had given her virtually no time to look around the room. She had, however, established that it was better decorated than his lounge and that there wasn’t actually all that much to look at.
The bedroom was plain, extremely so, with bare white walls and an un-patterned dark blue carpet on the floor. There was a wardrobe, a chair, and a full-length mirror in one corner of the room, but with the exception of a clock on the wall opposite the mirror there was nothing else apart from the bed, a large metal bedstead with a comfortable mattress and plain white cotton bedding.
It was nothing like the sort of bedroom or bed she had always imagined him having, although it was possible that his bedroom at Hogwarts was the dark Slytherin haven she had always fantasised about at school. This room at Spinner’s End was comforting, and whilst not exactly sensual it was a secret side of Severus that she suspected not many people knew about, and she was excited that he had shared it with her.
She gave him another beaming smile as he entered the room.
‘No, don’t sit up,’ he commanded as he raised his camera. Hermione lay back and imagined kissing him again as he began to photograph her once more.
More direction and lots more photographs followed, although Hermione also managed to gain several more kisses into the bargain. And then somehow she found herself sweet-talked into removing her knickers and laying seductively, face forward on the bed, as a flurry of shots followed.
‘You told Lucius you would never model completely naked,’ Severus reminded her, sounding a touch smug as he watched her change position slightly, his keen eyes taking in every inch of her wondrous body.
‘So I did,’ Hermione said wickedly with a little smirk. ‘And I was right. I never will for him.’
‘Are you sure?’ Severus asked as he joined her on the bed, his camera now discarded on the chair. Apparently he had finished with the photography for the time being and wanted to kiss her instead. ‘He would pay you extremely handsomely for the opportunity, and I can assure you he would most definitely appreciate you.’
‘I’m positive,’ Hermione insisted as he took her in his arms, kissing her once more. ‘I told you, I’m not doing any more photographic shoots for money — and anyway Lucius doesn’t just have photography on his mind.’
‘Neither do I,’ Severus told her salaciously with a small chuckle. ‘In fact, I seem to have completely forgotten about that side of things.’ His hand brushed over Hermione’s left breast, fingers catching the already stiffened nipple, and he smiled.
‘Well, thank god for that. I was beginning to think we were never going to get to the sex,’ Hermione said lightly.
‘So you want to have sex, do you?’ Severus asked. His voice was smooth and quiet in her ear, enough to make her shiver; then he kissed down her throat.
‘Don’t you want to, then?’ Hermione asked, sounding amused, although her stomach was doing that swirly anxious thing again.
She could feel Severus pressed against her and knew the interest was there; she just wanted to hear him say it, to confirm that his desire was as strong as hers.
‘I think you know exactly how I feel, Hermione,’ Severus drawled, his voice low, dark, and deeply delicious, ‘and just what I want.’
Hermione reached down to grasp the front of his trousers but Severus was faster and had already moved, releasing her from his arms. After a little wrestling that happened before she even knew what he was doing, she was laying on her back again and Severus was gazing avidly at her as he gently spread her legs, revealing the only part of her that he had not, until that moment, been able to see with any real clarity.
‘Perfect!’ he announced happily.
Before Hermione had a chance to respond he moved once more. His warm, wet tongue circled her clit as his fingers gently pulled the lips of her labia apart, opening her up to him before he buried his face, causing her to cry out loudly, not ready for the unexpected attack. It felt wonderful as his mouth and fingers explored her. That amazing tongue was back on her clit before she had a chance to recover and she couldn’t stop herself from crying out again. The swirly feeling in her stomach was joined by a dull ache deep inside her mound that grew every time Severus’ tongue did magnificent things to her body. She clutched at the pillows, her arms above her head, gripping them tightly as her body arched in reaction to the feelings Severus was arousing in her. The subtle tug inside her made her scream as everything turned liquid.
She was gasping and panting and tears were leaking from her eyes as Severus kissed her clit one final time before working his way up her body, the roughness of the material of his jacket rubbing against her sensitive skin, raising goosebumps everywhere he touched.
‘Oh my god, that was good,’ Hermione told him breathlessly. She was having trouble speaking because of the feelings Severus was still arousing in her with his touch. ‘Mmmmmmmm.’
‘I think I’m getting the hang of the kissing thing,’ he said with a grin as his mouth reached her breasts. He kissed each nipple in turn before licking and sucking the final one his mouth fastened on, his hand squeezing and playing with the other.
Hermione moaned again and released the pillows, running her hands through his hair as she moved against him.
‘Severus, I want you,’ she whispered, and he raised his head to look at her.
Hermione pulled at his jacket and Severus sat up, allowing her to do the same and giving her access to undo the buttons. He helped her, their eager fingers catching and entwining occasionally as they both worked to undress him, he pulling off the jacket as Hermione started unbuttoning his shirt. Then he was topless, watching Hermione as she ran her hands lightly over his body, his own nipples stiffening and poking through the sparse dark hairs on his chest. A smile of desire lit up Hermione’s face as she concentrated on what she was doing. Smiling himself, Severus stroked her cheek gently as he bent to kiss her, their lips meeting tenderly.
Hermione’s forefinger traced its way down Severus’ body, slowly and with total control, until she reached his trousers. She grabbed the bulge and gave it a gentle squeeze, hearing him give a hiss as his lips left hers for only a moment. The need to get at what was beneath the fabric made her more frantic and she tore at the buttons, almost ripping them off in her desire to touch him properly; to give him as much pleasure as he had given her. His hands were holding her head, his fingers running through her hair as he kissed her again and again, crying out louder this time as Hermione finally released his erection, her hand closing around it to pump and squeeze as he moaned her name into her mouth.
‘Just lie back and relax,’ she told him quietly as she pushed him down this time. Her lips touched the old scarring on his throat and shoulder, then further down, watching his stomach contract as she tickled around his belly button with her tongue before finally pouncing on the erect penis that was nestled in a bush of black hair. Using her tongue to tease and arouse, she licked the shaft down to the base. She heard a loud groan from Severus. Around and around she worked, her tongue spiralling up and down the flesh that was now rock hard, until she knew she had teased him sufficiently and he was on the verge of screaming out in frustration. Her mouth sank over his hard length, sucking him deep inside. As she enjoyed the taste of him, his hands found her hair once more and twined through it as he fought to stop himself from pushing her onto him harder.
‘Fuck, that’s fantastic!’ he exclaimed as Hermione got into her stride, reaching down to stroke and cup his balls, squeezing them gently as she sucked on him.
He released her head for a moment and she raised her eyes to look at him, drawing another massive groan. Keeping him in her mouth, she once again swirled her tongue around the hard length, knowing that he wasn’t going to last long.
‘I’m going to cum,’ he cried, sounding almost as if he was in pain.
Hermione redoubled her efforts, forcing him ever onwards, determined to give him the greatest amount of pleasure she could.
‘Oh gods, I’m cumming,’ he moaned. ‘Oh gods, Hermione . . . Hermione. . . .’
He hadn’t quite finished cumming as he pulled out of her mouth and sat up, leaving a small trail of cum over her lips and on her right breast. He gazed at her with excitement for a moment, then looked towards the chair containing his camera. Before he could move to get it, Hermione grabbed his arm and pulled him back down onto the bed, shaking her head.
‘You are not taking photos of this,’ she said quietly but firmly as she wiped her face.
Severus looked a bit guilty. ‘I’m sorry,’ he said apologetically.
Hermione grinned at him. ‘I think I’ve already gone above and beyond the call of duty with regards to photography this evening, Severus. Maybe another time, but tonight let’s just do it without the camera.’
He stroked her cheek as he studied her for a moment and then nodded his agreement. He bent to kiss her and before long they were laying on the bed once more, wrapped in each other’s arms as they kissed and stroked each other.
‘I don’t think it will be long before I’m ready to go again,’ Severus told her during a break in the kissing. ‘You are so arousing, Hermione. I get horny just thinking about you, let alone touching you.’
Hermione smiled. ‘I don’t mind, I like the kissing. I’ve always enjoyed it and you are especially wonderful.’
‘I’ve come to have quite a soft spot for it myself,’ Severus told her, as he pulled her close once more.

Hermione was amazed that they achieved any sleep at all as it seemed Severus was almost as insatiable as she was. She was astonished at just how wanton she had been, her deep-rooted desire for her old teacher spurring her, and him for that matter, into continuing long after they should have given up and gone to sleep.
But now they had to get up, Severus to return to Hogwarts where his first lesson started at nine o’clock and she to her job at the Ministry, where yet another difficult meeting awaited. But strangely she wasn’t bothered about that; nothing was able to shift the joyous feeling that permeated her entire body. She reached for Severus, hoping for at least another wonderful kiss and with any luck something more, but after only a couple of minutes he reluctantly released her.
‘I have to get ready to go,’ he said as he slid out of bed, bending to give her one more kiss. ‘There’s just about time for a shower. I’ve got a long day today with several classes of real dunderheads.’
Hermione chuckled. ‘You think all your students are dunderheads, and they’re not really. Anyway, you’ve got it easy. I’ve got another meeting with the Anti-Elvish Welfare League this afternoon. They really are dunderheads.’ She sighed. ‘Although, at least I’ve a nice meal to look forward to tonight.’
Severus looked interested. ‘Are you going somewhere nice?’
‘Oh, only to the Burrow. We all usually go there for Sunday lunch, but Harry and Ginny had some Quidditch thing on yesterday and Ron was going with them, and then I was busy, too, so Mrs Weasley said we should go round tonight instead. At least it means I don’t have to cook . . . again.’ She gave a small yawn. ‘I suppose I should get up, too,’ she added, sounding reluctant.
Severus grabbed Hermione’s arm and began to pull her from the bed. ‘I didn’t say I was showering alone,’ he told her, his deep voice sounding amused. ‘Come on, let’s go and get wet while we’ve still got time.’
Hermione somehow managed to bite back the comment that she already was, and went with it, following Severus out of the bedroom and across the landing into a small, functional, but plainly decorated bathroom. He turned on the shower and pulled the curtain across the bath, then climbed in, still holding Hermione’s hand as he helped her in beside him.
Kisses followed as did a lot of soaping down, some of which involved laughing because of tickling each other. This eventually gave way to sex, which was at least as intimate as anything that had happened between them while they were in bed. When they finally emerged quite some time later Severus, being the true gentleman he was, gave Hermione the towels that were hanging on the rail while he left the bathroom to find some more in the airing cupboard. They returned to the bedroom but had no time to do anything but get dressed, realising that after their tryst in the shower they were now running late.
Remembering that her bra and dress were still on the workbench in Severus’ laboratory, Hermione left the bedroom once more, taking the rest of her stuff with her to save her having to go back. He joined her as she was doing up her dress, and she couldn’t help feeling jealous that he was ready to go, dressed in the ubiquitous black frock coat and robes that he always wore, while she was still going to have to go home and get changed. She couldn’t possibly go into work dressed as she was.
‘Thank you for letting me take all those wonderful photographs of you yesterday,’ Severus said, his voice smooth as silk.
He wrapped his arms around her for one final kiss that went on for several minutes.
‘I enjoyed it,’ Hermione admitted as she bent down to put on her shoes. She stood up and looked at him with a big smile that she couldn’t stop even if she wanted to. ‘I enjoyed all of it. Thank you, Severus.’
He looked at his watch and frowned. ‘I’m sorry, Hermione, but I really have to go, otherwise chaos will reign supreme,’ he said apologetically.
‘I need to go and get changed before I go to work anyway,’ Hermione told him.
Suddenly there was a moment of awkwardness where it seemed that neither of them knew what to say.
‘Right, I’d better go,’ Hermione said briskly. ‘Thank you again for yesterday, Severus. It was fantastic — all of it — and I would be more than happy to do any or all of it again.’
She leant forward and gave him a brief kiss on the lips as he stroked her face.
‘You really are gorgeous, Hermione,’ he said, but he seemed a little distracted, she assumed due to being late for work.
Hermione knew she had to go before Severus could leave, so she pulled her wand from her handbag and Disapparated. Appearing in her own bedroom, she hurriedly walked to the wardrobe and pulled out suitable work clothes. She was still buzzing from what had happened between her and Severus and she knew she was grinning like a lunatic, but the last-minute awkwardness and the fact that Severus hadn’t said anything about seeing her again put a slight damper on her mood. As she bustled into the bathroom to do her makeup she chided herself for being stupid.
Severus was late for work, because of her, and his job wasn’t like hers where she could turn up a few minutes late without any consequences. Him being late would disrupt the lessons of a whole class of children and would probably put him in trouble with the Headmistress. And he probably had stuff to do as Head of Slytherin House, too, which he now wouldn’t get done before school started, which would make him late for the rest of the day. It was no wonder he hadn’t mentioned anything about seeing her again; he was probably too busy thinking about how he could reschedule everything. It didn’t mean he didn’t want to see her; surely the magnificent sex they’d had pointed towards it being more than a one night stand, didn’t it?
By the time Hermione left for work, herself now almost fifteen minutes late, she had pushed her worries about Severus to one side, her brain now focussing instead on the difficult meeting she had to prepare for.
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