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Angelica's Sorrow	By : devsgma Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 4541 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N - Dang nab it all to heck - I forgot to make a copy of the reviews & now it won't let me pull them up to answer. Thank you, all that reviewed - I'll do better next time.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Severus and Hermione had just fini gra grading the last of the homework papers and had done a fair amount of grumbling back and forth over who had the most incompetent students. Hermione was winning, but not by much. They were in his study, sitting across from each other at a two-person desk. It was the same desk Severus had used for years, but the other side had remaiemptempty until now. He was heartily glad it had never been replaced.

"Severus, have I apologized yet for all the things I put you through?" Hermione asked. She put her quill down and sighed in relief, stretching her hand.

"No. Actually you were one of the few whom it was almost a pleasure to teach."

"You could have fooled me. I believe the final total of points you took from Gryffindor on my account was 2,655."

"You kept track? I can't believe you did that."

"Well, I had to make sure I tried to earn enough in my other classes to make up those points," she said.

"Did you?"

"Yes. I usually came out a little ahead," she smirked.

"Ah, I'm sure Minerva helped you out a great deal."

"No, actually it was Charms that helped the most. I'm almost as good at those as I am in potions."

"Really? I'm surprised you didn't apprentice in Charms then."

"I did consider it, but it isn't as much of a challenge. Potions give you more of a chance to experiment."

"Just how much experimenting have you done?"

"Not much since I didn't have my own lab, but I've made lots of notes on things I want to try someday."

"You will allow me to see these notes before you try anything won't you?"

"Don't you trust me?"

"Trust is not the issue. There is the distinct possibility that I have already tried some of the things in your notes and could provide you with results of my own. I'd rather like your input on some I felt should have been a success. There are a few I have worked on for at least ten years and have never found the answer."

"If you haven't been able to solve them what makes you think I could?"

"Fresh eyes sometimes see things that should be obvious. I've noticed you have an almost intuitive grasp on what will work in a potion and what won't."

"Flattery like that will get you far indeed, Professor Snape," Hermione purred as she stood and walked over to his side of the desk. She stood behind him and began giving him a neck and shoulder massage. His head dropped as she continued to knead the tight muscles in his shoulders.

"You're going to put me to sleep if you don't stop," he threatened. He reached up and grasped one of her hands, pulling her around to sit on his lap. "This apprentice business is really starting to grow on me."

"You liked that did you?"

"Yes, now quit talking, apprentice. We have other things we need to take care of at this point in time," he stated while nibbling on her neck.

"Um, like - what?" she whispered.

"Let me show you," he growled against her ear. He smirked as she shivered in his arms.

"It couldn't be the subject that is hardening as we 'speak' is it?" she teased, wiggling her bottom against him.

"Have I told you what a wicked wench you are?" he asked, sliding his hand under her skirt and teasing the edge of her knickers.

"Not lately, but - Oh! Do that again, please."

"You mean, this?" he asked, sliding his finger inside the edge of the elastic to tease her nub.

"Yyeess."

"Or this?"

Two fingers found her moist opening while his thumb took over the pleasurable job of stroking her nub. His mouth finally engulfed hers and she was lost. His other hand found its way under her blouse, stroking the underside of her breast, making its way to the front clasp of her bra. He was getting rather adept at unhooking them. Finally they were free and he found a nipple to tease. Her hips were almost sliding off his lap with their action and he was forced to let go of her breast to grab her waist. His mouth swallowed her moans as her muscles clenched around his fingers. He continued stoking and thrusting while opening his eyes, loving to watch the flush spread. When she was totally spent and relaxed he removed his hand from under her skirt. Gathering her close, he kissed her face and neck until her breathing slowed.

"I take it you approved?" he asked.

"You can do that anytime you like."

"Anytime?"

"Severus! Wipe that leer off your face. I should qualify that and saw anytime we're alone and not in public."

"I should have known there'd be a clause somewhere. Shall we retire to the bedroom?"

"Actually, if you don't mind - we're in the perfect location for a small fantasy of mine."

"And that would be what?"

"Oh, you'll see."

"Hmm. I think we might have a go," he said, as she stood.

She walked over to the side of the desk and leaned back against it as he stood in front of her. Severus lowered his head to claim her mouth again as he started to unbutton her blouse. He pulled back in surprise as she swatted his hands away and fastened her bra.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"This is my fantasy, remember?"

"I'm just doing my best to assist you."

"I want you to sit in your chair, pretending to grade exams or papers or something."

She waited while he complied.

"You are in a foul, rotten mood, Professor Snape. The day has been miserable for you and sixteen students have melted cauldrons. It's been a long time since you've had sex with anyone. When I come through that door, I am a total stranger you have never met and don't know."

"It would be doubtful that anyone unknown to me could get through the wards, Hermione."

"Severus! Will you just play along and quit being so logical? This is a fantasy remember, not real life."

"I understand, but how am I supposed to 'play along' when you've already granted any wish oul oul could possibly have just by being with me?" he said as he rose to take her face in his hands, kissing the corners or mor mouth. "It might be possible in about fifty years for me to fantasize about being with a stranger, but the reality of you is much more stimulating and still seems like such a miracle that it's difficult to even think along those lines."

"Oh, that was so sweet," she sniffed, while putting her arms around his waist and laying her head on his chest.

"No, I am not 'sweet'. It's merely the truth. I know romance is important to a woman, but I've never felt comfortable sprouting the 'sweet nothings' required. Bringing you flowers or candy is something that would never occur to me."

Hermione lifted her head and looked in his eyes. There was a hint of sorrow there, but it was tempered with a great deal of love. "I have a great idea. How would you like to see the present you bought me? I'll go get it and meet you back here."

"I think I could be persuaded to attend a short fashion show as long as you're the only model."

"I'll be right back," she said as she headed for the door. "Don't go away."

"That's something that needn't be a concern," he chuckled.

Severus settled back into his chair as she left, thinking about Hermione's fantasy. Someday he might be able to go through wit. it. 'She probably doesn't realize how many nameless women have marched their way through my life. Probably should let her know that it wouldn't be a fantasy for me. Would it upset her that I don't know how many there have been? And then there's the history with Narcissa. How much and how soon do I tell her? It's been so long ago. Merlin's robe - it's been twenty-two years. Longer than Hermione's been alive. Gods, I'm old. Perhaps too old for her.'

He stood and started pacing, still thinking. 'Am I being fair to her? Could be someone out there younger, fresher, not so bitter that could love her the way she deserves. What if in two years after the apprenticeship is done, she decides to move on without me? Could I bear to let her go?' The anguish he felt visualizing the scene was enough for him to know it wasn't possible. 'Would she accept a proposal of marriage? It's too soon. She would probably bolt. Best to stay with the original schedule. Not until Christmas, then.'

Hermione hurried through to her bedroom, checking the time. It was late enough there shouldn't be any students wandering the hallways. She was going to chance it, besides with a cloak over the top it wouldn't be visible. Her hands were trembling slightly as she undressed and performed a freshing charm. Standing naked in front of her mirror she pulled her hair up in a twist and left tendrils hanging down. 'That takes care of the bushy mess. Now, on to the fun.'

She pulled the ensemble from her dresser drawer and reverently laid it out on the bed. She pulled on the lacy, barely there thong in the palest of blues. The cloud of the matching sleeveless negligee was soon billowing around her feet while she laced the scanty bodice closed. She debated wearing the peignoir thinking it might be too much, but shivered in anticipation of its removal. Slipping her feet into the slippers she posed in front of the mirror in various ways, finally deciding to leave the robe unfastened. Grabbing her cloak and throwing it around her shoulders she hurried out of her bedroom, stopping in surprise. Hedwig was standing on the back of one of her sitting room chairs.

"Hello there. What do you have for me?" she asked as she untied the note. "I hope nothing's wrong. Please, wait in case there's a reply," she said, unfolding the paper.

Hermione,

Hope this note finds you well. I've got some business with Dumbledore at ten tomorrow morning and I thought it would be a good time to catch up on a few things. If you can I would really like to meet you for breakfast at the Three Broomsticks around eight thirty. I would appreciate your coming alone so we could talk freely.

Love, H.

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