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A Sweet Flirtation	By : dragoon811 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7976 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or the characters therein, and am simply borrowing them for a while. I am making no money from this fic.

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Author's Note: Ah, the final chapter. Over-18 etc, etc... I really hope that you like the fic. Happy Valentine's Day!

Lingering post-coital awkwardness wicked away as they set his office to rights, using a Tergeo for the ink on the wood floor and staining her feet and a Reparo for the shattered teacup. Severus buttoned and straightened his clothes and Hermione located hers, pulling them on without caring if they were rumpled.
She did try to pat her hair down, but wasn't overly worried about it.
Severus did cup her neck, examining it. He didn't even try to look repentant. “You should have your hair down at dinner if you are self-conscious.”
Hermione laughed. “Not terribly, but unless you want rumors that you're a vampire flying about...”
His face twisted into an annoyed expression, and he shooed her out of his office, locking the door behind them. “I am not unused to such accusations, but I would rather not tolerate them.”
“Of course not. Should I glamour them?” His eyes flicked to her neck again.
“Perhaps not. I confess I enjoy the sight.” Severus escorted her out the Knockturn Alley door and began casting his wards for the night. Together, they walked into Diagon Alley. The sun was still high, making the humid day feel even hotter than necessary.
“Here first,” Severus said a few shops down. He steered her through knots of people to cross the narrow alley and opened the door to a shop. The sign said 'Cara's Confectionery, Cocoas, and Cremes', and the door jingled merrily.
Hermione was hit with a strong whiff of chocolate and vanilla, and she inhaled it slowly. “Oh, wow.”
The shop was beautifully done, with cases of chocolates and biscuits, a cake display, and walls of sweets. Severus quickly plucked items from the shelves more quickly than Hermione could see them, then caught the shopkeeper's attention. The witch nodded with a smile, and Severus led Hermione from the store.
“Er, shouldn't we pay for that?” Hermione asked, bewildered. Severus secreted the items about his person mid-stride. He snorted.
“She saw me. I haven't taken very much so far this month.” Severus glanced down at her, an amused smile playing at his lips. “Don't get that look. I invested in her business. Rather than repayment, I simply ask for a sampling when I desire to do so.”
Hermione laughed, delighted at the knowledge. Severus Snape not only had a sweet tooth, but enough of one to invest in a confectionery! It felt like special knowledge, somehow. He looked disgruntled at her laugh, but said nothing. She hoped he knew she wasn't laughing at him, and reached across the gap to catch his hand with hers. Heat tingled as she laced their fingers together, and their hands swung as they walked through the Alley.

Dinner, Hermione thought, had been a smashing success. They had a surprising amount in common, leaving them plenty to discuss and for pleasant lulls in conversation as they considered the other's points. It was unequivocally the best date she had ever been on. She did, however, do herself a favour by not asking him how often he dated or anything too terribly personal.
It wasn't that she wasn't curious, but rather that she didn't want to pry. Yet. Maybe the second date.
Hermione smiled at him over the rim of her glass and smiled. Yes, a second date sounded lovely—and a second round.
When the bill came, she reached for her bag but Severus placed his hand atop hers. That heat flared again. “I was the one who asked you out.”
She set her glass down with a clink. “Thank you, Severus. How about I buy us breakfast, then?”
It was a calculated move and she was repaid with his smile. He snorted. “All the subtlety of a brick.”
“That was actually fairly good for me,” Hermione said. “Did it work?”
Severus looked at her intently. “And where shall we have breakfast?”
“Well, my cupboards are pretty bare, but there's a bakery around the corner that has to-die-for croissants. Or if you'd be more comfortable at your home, we can do that.” A thought struck her. “I do need to stop at my home and feed my cat, either way.”
He considered her words, a wicked smile on his lips. “How large is your bed?”
“Er, I hadn't considered that.” She was mortified. “It's tiny. I have a twin—Merlin, what would you have thought if I dragged you home and—oh, damn it...”
Severus chuckled, the sound curling through her. “Then would you like to accompany me to my home? There is...something I think you would rather enjoy.” There was something about the set of his mouth that caught her interest.
“If you don't mind tagging along to mine first.”
“Of course not.” His expression turned amused. “I will be pleased to make the acquaintance of your feline.”
“Not a cat person?”
“Depends on the cat.”
“Crooks is half-Kneazle.”
Severus's lips twitched upwards and he reached for his wallet.

Hermione smiled as she unlocked the door and Crooks came padding up to her. “Hello, Crooks, did you miss Mummy?”
Severus made a strange noise behind her. She gathered the cat into her arms and rose, then shoved him at Severus. “Here. Oh, and close the door behind you or he'll get out and terrorize Mrs. Burton's balcony garden again. Silly old biddy always lets him in, feeds him, then complains when he gets into the plants.”
He looked at the orange fluffball in his arms and Hermione smiled as she hurried into her bedroom. It took hardly a minute to grab her prettiest nightdress—not that she hoped to need it—and a change of clothes as well as her toiletries. Did she have everything? Yes? She thought so, and hurried back out to the living room.
The sight that met her had her pausing in the doorway. Severus had conjured some sort of dangling toy and was perched on her sofa while playing with her cat. Both man and feline looked to be having a grand time.
Hermione left them to it and hurried into her small kitchen, dumping an extra-generous scoop of dry food into Crookshanks's bowl before topping off his water dish. When she opened the can of wet food, the cat in question thundered into the kitchen, purring loudly. Severus was not far behind, watching the dance she had to do to get the bowl and mush the food without being tripped as Crooks wound between her legs.
Severus waited until the cat began to eat before speaking. “How terribly domestic.”
Hermione smiled. “Is it?”
“Oh yes.” He stalked across the kitchen, all grace and presence. Merlin help her, but her knees turned to jelly. Her arse hit the cold edge of the granite counter as he bent over her, his rough hand cupping her cheek. “Very domestic,” he murmured. He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. “I'm likely to lift you onto the counter and do terribly wicked things to you, Hermione.”
He placed soft kisses along her jaw, his hand sliding to her neck. She moaned softly, tilting her head as he found her pulse. His lips caressed the delicate skin, his teeth scraping teasingly. She wanted him to sink them into her throat, leave a blatant love bite...
“Of course,” Severus murmured between kisses, “I did promise you afters.”
He withdrew, leaving her cold and breathless with the loss of his touch.
She blinked at him. “I—you...”
Severus sneered, not unkindly. “Use your words.”
Hermione scowled, grabbed a fistful of his frock coat and pulled him back down. She kissed him fiercely, reveling in the way he wrapped her into his arms. His lips parted and he suckled on her tongue as much as she fucked his mouth with it. The moment he began to respond with heat, growling low in his chest, she pushed him back.
Severus blinked, breathless and confused. Hermione bared her teeth challengingly at him. “Fuck words.”
His laugh, deep and rich, delighted her. He swept her close with one arm, the other sweeping out with his wand. Every lock in her flat clicked audibly, and then he spun them with a crack. He released her carefully and she looked around at the small, dark bedroom.
Or rather, it felt small, seeing as how the room was dominated by a sinfully-large bed. “Oh my.”
“Indeed.” Severus flicked his wrist and the room brightened. Hermione looked around, but didn't see a light source. “Look up.”
She gasped.
“There are benefits to being the former Headmaster.” His voice was a low murmur as he brushed her hair over her shoulder. “The enchantments were surprisingly not too difficult, albeit time-consuming.”
“Time well spent,” she replied, amazed at seeing the night sky in all its glory blazing across his ceiling. “I admit, I've never had sex under the stars before.”
Severus snorted softly. “Then I hope it shall not be a singular experience.”
Hermione hummed in agreement, tossing her bag onto his bureau. She ignored the sound of the contents clunking in favour of unbuttoning her blouse. Severus's eyes went hot and his fingers flew to his own throat, tugging the little round black buttons from their holes. The blouse fell to the floor and she kicked off her shoes before pushing off her skirt.
He tossed aside his white shirt, and his frock coat on the mattress. Hermione paused. Oh. Oh, my. He was definitely her type! Nibbling on her lip, she stepped forward and stroked a hand down his lightly-furred chest. She hadn't had time earlier to be self-conscious, and knew that she wasn't terribly pretty—big hair, too thin, small breasts, moles, scars, and stretch marks—and his own appearance soothed her insecurities.
Scars littered his skin: some were still pink, like the ones on his neck, and some were silvery-white, like his faded Dark Mark, but they were not too numerous. He was lean, too, his wiry arms strong, as was his chest. But those dark hairs led down the slight pudge of his soft stomach and into the waistline of his trousers. A weakness of hers. She smiled at him, following those hairs and reaching for his belt.
His brow arched, but Severus simply waited, letting her undo his trousers. The buckle clinked, and with a pull the leather hissed cleanly through the loops. She dropped it to the floor, unbuttoning his placket. His lean chest rose and fell with his shallow breath, his expression hungry. Pop, pop, pop, pop... The last of the buttons undone, she unhooked the clasp and caught his undergarment as she pushed the fabric off his narrow hips. It pooled around his boots, and she admired his rather impressive cock before realising what else the cut of his clothes had hidden from the world.
Oh. Oh. Hermione felt positively giddy. Not only had she discovered his sweet tooth, those dimples when he smiled—truly smiled—but Severus Snape had love handles. Just little ones, but she was entranced.
Fingers trailing over the straps of her bra, tracing the cups to the claps, distracted her from her debate on whether or not he'd kick her out on her arse if she groped his love handles. Instead, she was much more interested in struggling out of her bra and knickers while he kicked off his boots and socks.
Severus ran a gentle hand between her breasts, over the faint scarring there, before pulling her close. His cock was hot and firm against her belly. Her breath caught at the feel of the crisp hair on his chest against her, and she tilted her face to meet his kiss.
Kissing Severus was delightful—he was certainly dedicated to doing it properly. Within moments Hermione had buried her hands in his hair, trying to moan and breathe simultaneously proving difficult. As did thinking, for that matter.
His growl set her on fire as she found herself picked up and bodily placed on the bed.
Severus's bed was sinful indeed. Not too firm, not too soft, and the sheets were divine. The man who usually occupied the space abandoned her, and Hermione sat up with a crackle of static from her hair. Severus was rummaging through his coat and pulling out the items he had selected at the confectionery.
“Lay down,” he murmured. “I promised you sweets.”
Eager and curious, Hermione lay back. Severus joined her fully on the bed. He kissed her hungrily, blotting out her thoughts until something cool and sticky brushed over her breasts, was rubbed over her nipples. It stopped, then more whatever-it-was was brushed over her belly and lower. It was a bit disconcerting to have the slimy substance smeared over her skin between excellent kisses.
She twisted her head, uncomfortable. “What—”
“Echauffe,” Severus murmured. The stickiness began to turn more liquid, heating. Tingling spread from her nipples to her clit and Hermione's breath caught. Severus looked down at her smugly. “Self-heating fudge sauce. Body-safe.”
“Oh.” Her voice was small; indeed, she could scent the warming chocolate fragrance. It was more than pleasant, and a different sort of heat made itself known. “Oh!”
His hair tickled her ribs as he lowered his mouth to lap at the chocolate he had smeared over her skin. The feel of his wet, hot mouth at her breast shattered the discomfort in favour of more. More chocolate, more Severus, more everything.
“I am unsure which is more palatable, the chocolate or yourself.”
Hermione shuddered, raising her arms to hold his head to her. He obliged her, drawing her nipple into his mouth. Severus caught it between his teeth, pulling and suckling strongly. He bit down and she arched with a curse.
Moaning when his hair was pulled, Severus redoubled his efforts. The heat blossoming in her was in full bloom. Her pants were harsh with each pull of his mouth, her eyes clenched shut despite the enchanted star-lit ceiling. His leg pinned her to the bed, his cock hard and hot against her leg. It jumped in rhythm to his ministrations.
She was going mad, both breasts cleaned of chocolate and his tongue laving the remainder from her stomach. His nose bumped her skin. It felt so good, and she wriggled, trying to part her thighs to urge his hands lower. What would that chocolate feel like, warming against her clit, her folds? How would it taste, drizzled over his cock?
Her hands trembled and she combed her fingers through his hair, finally wrestling a leg free. She spread her legs and lifted her hips. Severus chuckled, leaving a love bite on her belly, right by the mole she hated. Something firm tapped her knee and she forced her eyes open.
Between chocolate-coated fingers he held a delicate white Sugar Quill, the stasis charm broken. The arousal already in her blood turned molten.
With his head tilted and eyes hooded, Severus drew the feather over her clit. She squeaked, and he repeated the act, delving between her lips. When the feather reappeared in her field of vision, she could see her own dampness clinging to the fragile fluff.
He inhaled, his nostrils flaring. His eyes were so dark she could no longer discern iris from pupil, a glittering, possessive fire in their depths. “You still smell like my come from earlier.”
And then the bastard licked it! Licked the feather smeared with her arousal! Hermione's breath escaped her in a rush at the sight and he smirked knowingly as the sugary feather dissolved in his mouth.
“Delicious,” he purred. The quill was slid against her cunt again, tickling and teasing. Hermione moaned softly, trying to follow the motion.
As the feather disappeared, devoured by his tongue, Hermione struggled to stay reasonably sane. She was needy, on edge, and yet she couldn't find her voice to demand more.
Severus moaned as the white stem passed his lips again, the feathery bits gone. He opened his eyes, black and unfathomable, and met hers.
“Tease,” she whispered hoarsely.
“Says the witch who drove me to taking matters into my own hand in my own office because of her misuse of a sucker.” Severus discarded the sugar stem and shifted. The bed creaked as he moved between her legs.
“That was payback for the uh...” Hermione paused. “The...uh...the cauldron cake!”
Severus chuckled, calloused fingers probing her folds. “Your cauldron is drenched.” He paused deliberately. “I wonder if you will be as creamy?”
“I—oh!” Hermione covered her face with her hands as her cheeks flamed and her voice rose several octaves. Severus had buried his face in her cunt.
His teasing with the cake had nothing on the reality. Within seconds he had her sobbing. A few more found her begging and babbling by turns. His nose rubbed her, teased her. His tongue curled and stroked. His fingers slid into her channel, thrusting and curling. Each muffled groan made her clench. He took her high too quickly, too fast. She teetered on the edge, nearly terrified of the pleasure hardening her aching nipples.
Then she was gone, screaming and pulsing. Her body clamped down hard on his fingers, her hips grinding against his talented mouth.
“Stop!” she choked out, trembling as tears ran down her face. “Too much!” Severus was quick to clamber up the bed, gathering her into his arms. He soothed her with musky kisses, stroking her face with gentle touches. His legs tangled easily with hers and she took deep, shuddering breaths.
“Sorry,” Hermione managed. “I...I've killed the mood.”
He made an inelegant sound. “Hardly.” He thrust his hips against her. He was still more than able to perform. “There is more chocolate.”
She laughed breathlessly, and she sat up slowly. She was lightheaded, but gratefully took the jar of fudge from him. The label was easy enough to read and it opened smoothly. The contents were sticky and clung to her fingers. Severus shifted to his back.
“Do as you will.”
Hermione smiled. “Oh, I don't think that will be a problem.”
“I did not think it would,” Severus purred. He lifted his own chocolate-smeared fingers to his mouth and cleaned them, laving each digit as she watched, her cheeks burning.
The fudge clinging to her fingers dripped, landing on his lightly-furred thigh in little blobs. He jerked as they hit him, dragging her attention back to her intended task at hand. Hermione smiled and dipped her fingers back into the jar.
Leaning over him, she painted his neck down to his chest, taking care to coat his pink nipples. Her hair threatened to drag through the chocolate, but she didn't give a damn. It was far more important to scoop up the fudge and drizzle it over his shaft and balls. Her mouth watered, and she handed Severus the jar. He set it on the dark wood bedside table. His cock jumped and he gave her a small grin, as he settled back against the pillows.
Smiling back, Hermione bent to kiss him. She first brushed her lips over that adorable dimple. Her hand sunk into the pillow, leaving a chocolate smear, and her hair fell about them like a curtain as she kissed him gently. Severus tasted like chocolate, the rich and bitter kind she liked best over vanilla ice cream, and her kisses went from languorous to hungry.
Nipping at his ear made him groan, and whispering “Echauffe” against his neck had him inhaling sharply as the fudge melted and warmed on his skin. Her tongue traced the scarring on his neck until she found chocolate. Flavour bursting over her tongue, she sucked on his skin, determined to clean every possible inch.
The scars must have been sensitive, for Severus swore in a rough tone, his hips moving and his hand moved to her hair, lifting it up and holding it atop her head so he could watch her progress down to his chest.
She devoured the chocolate coating his skin. His soft moan as her teeth found his nipple spurred her on. Hermione nibbled on the small tightening bud, his long fingers digging deeper into her bushy hair. She attended the second nipple the way of the first, reveling in the crisp feel of his chest hair and the harshness of his breathing.
“Please,” Severus groaned, urging her down.
Hermione laughed.
“Bloody temptress,” he muttered breathlessly.
She took pity on him, kissing and licking the drips of fudge from his soft belly. Around his navel, his erection hit her chin and he groaned. Hermione sat back, wiping chocolate from her jaw with a smile as her hair, freed from his hands, tumbled down. He made an audible sigh, his lips parting at the sight.
Severus shifted and Hermione knelt between his legs. Bending, she kissed away the fudge on his thigh. His breathing hitched at the caress of her lips, and she took her time cleaning his skin, even laving one spot until she realised it was a large chocolate-coloured mole.
His balls were next, receiving careful attention. His hands clenched rhythmically in the soft sheets, panting as the last traces of fudge were cleansed from the delicate skin. Now the only chocolate remaining on his body adorned his cock.
With a soft sigh, her thighs slick with desire, Hermione moved until she could brush her lips over the flared head of his erection. She lifted it, cradling him at the base. Severus let out the sweetest sound she had ever wrested from a bed-partner at the touch of her tongue, his hips swiveling encouragingly.
He was certainly large, his lovely shaft thick and uncut, with beautiful veins. Humming happily, she licked his length, much as she had with the edible Mark. She slid her tongue over every thick inch of him, devouring the chocolate and making him slick enough for her to envelope him in her mouth.
He hissed through his teeth, his hands finding her hair again. They knotted in the mass as she started to suckle him. She swirled her tongue up his length, she sucked on his head until he groaned, she took him into her throat until she gagged.
The most beautiful sounds she had ever heard escaped his throat. Hermione heard and felt Severus come undone as she pleasured him, and she was positively drenched just from listening to him. Severus's silken voice was utterly ragged, his hands tightening in her hair, and his uncontrolled moans spilled over his lips between pleas.
Licking him like a lolly made him buck his hips. Sucking him deeply made him beg for more. Drunk on the euphoria of making him make those noises, Hermione redoubled her efforts. The chocolate flavour was long gone but the pale man writhing under her was just as delicious. She whimpered as his hands tightened and he pulled her off his cock and up his body.
“Stop,” he managed roughly, circling her throat with a calloused hand. He kissed her deeply until her head spun and she clutched at his arms.
They moved together on the bed, his hands wandering over her body as Severus nipped at her neck. Hermione gasped as his probing fingers found her slick.
“Fuck,” Severus groaned into her neck. He pulled away to kneel between her thighs. “Yes?”
“Merlin, yes,” Hermione replied breathlessly. She wrapped her legs around his narrow waist and Severus guided himself into place. He rubbed the head of his cock over her clit and she lifted her hips to encourage him.
“I'm going to tie you to my bed if you don't stop that,” he chided. Colour sat high on his cheeks. Severus began to push into her cunt and Hermione moaned in dismay when he stopped with just the head, teasing her.
“Later,” she promised. “Please, Severus...”
His head fell back as he obliged her. Hermione was certain that the image of his black hair spilling over his shoulders like ink was seared into her mind. She clenched around him and his hips jerked.
“Tight,” he grunted. Severus opened his eyes to look at her, lips parted slightly. He shifted, and she swore she could feel every vein on his impressive cock.
Slowly he began to move, until Hermione gasped as he found the right angle. Severus paused to grasp her hands with his, lifting them over her head with their fingers laced. He pressed their joined hands into the mattress.
“Hold on,” he murmured, his breath hot against her lips. He gave her a teasing, sucking kiss, and then began to move in earnest. His hipbones were sharp but she didn't care, moving to meet each thrust.
“Oh, fuck,” Hermione whimpered, unable to keep her eyes open to watch him. His chest hair rasped against her nipples, his cock stroking in and out of her just right, just right, just....
“Yes, come,” he urged, his pace steady. “Come, Hermione, please...”
She keened, her back arching, unable to believe he'd brought her to orgasm so quickly. Severus slowed and she pried her lashes open to see him looking down at her, his expression marveling. He changed his grip to hold both of her wrists with one hand.
“I need you to come again,” Severus said. His voice curled through her orgasm-befuddled mind and Hermione had no idea what possessed her to nod. “Good...”
His hand dropped to where they joined, and he smeared her own juices over her clit. Rubbing the sensitive nub, Severus began to thrust again, hard and deep. It left her gasping in his grip as pleasure flooded her senses.
She cried out at the feel of both his cock pistoning in and out of her and the attention to her clit. Sweat shone on his skin, a single droplet from his nose landing on her chest. Fire sang in her blood, tension coiling in her belly and then, yes, she was climbing again, cresting... She sobbed, her nipples tight and needy, her cunt throbbing, so close, almost....
Hermione inhaled sharply as she shuddered, then moaned his name. She came hard, her hands twisting in his grip.
“Fuck!” Severus's breath exploded out of him and he increased his speed, his angle. Hermione was still reeling as his panting grew harsh, ragged, and his eyes went dark. He bent forward and bit the sensitive spot where her neck met her shoulder. Hermione gasped and convulsed. He thrust once, twice, thrice more, then stiffened with a deep groan. She could feel each pulse as he came, his heavy cock twitching.
He caught himself before falling atop her and kissed her tenderly.
She smiled up at him, reveling in the crooked grin he returned. “That was certainly the best afters I've ever had.”

“Hermione,” a voice crooned in her ear. She mumbled something incoherent and burrowed deeper into the soft pillows. A masculine chuckle huffed over her bare shoulder. “Wake up, witch. It is after noon, and I was promised breakfast.”
“Tomorrow,” she muttered, but rolled over to face her bed-partner anyway. She blinked, frowning. “Morning.”
Severus snorted, his damp hair leaving spots on the sheets. “It is past one.”
“Oh, Merlin!” She sat up, nearly smacking him in the nose. Her hair puffed out around her, filled with tangles and static. “And I did promise you food!”
His look was cunning. “And here I thought you just said 'tomorrow'...”
“What about your shop?” He nuzzled her neck and she shivered.
“Closed today,” he muttered between kisses. “Already put a sign up. We can take care of your cat later, before you ask.”
Hermione hummed happily, giving him access to her shoulder. “I need to use the toilet, but after...”
“After?” Severus prompted, releasing the skin he'd sucked into his mouth. She was going to have another mark, she knew it.
“Er, after... You wouldn't happen to have any more of those Sugar Quills, would you?”
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