In an Alternate Universe

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Chapter 33 ~ A Morning Shower (Short)

The next morning found Severus outside on the grounds of Hogwarts, using his wand to collect as much Morning Dew as possible before the sun rose high enough to dry it out. Of course, he could have raided Hermione’s stores, but she had negligible amounts and she would notice it missing. Besides, he suspected her dew was processed and he wanted to distill it himself to make sure it was a pristine an ingredient as possible. He only managed to gather about half a liter of the dew. It was slow going collecting it off the blades of grass. He’d have to come out every morning for the next few weeks to get enough.

He hurried back into the castle, into Hermione’s rooms and hid the jar of dew under his bed, Disillusioning it. If anyone looked underneath the bed, it wouldn’t be seen. Then he stripped down to his boxers, grabbed a towel, a washcloth, his toothbrush and toothpowder off his dresser and walked to Hermione’s room, peering in.

He bit his lip. Hermione was out from under the covers, lying on her belly, her bum in the air and hair spread out wildly. She had wrestled her bra off sometime in the night and he could see the curves of her full breasts mashed into the mattress.

Severus felt an erection coming on. He blinked at her for a moment, then stiffly walked into the bathroom, closing the door. He put his items on the vanity, lowered his boxers, leaned over so his length was partially in the sink and scooped cold water over it hoping it would help his erection. Of course it didn’t. His cock remained hard and hungry. Seeing the witch in such an accessible position just . . . took his imagination over. What would it be like to take her from behind that way? He just knew all that luscious flesh would ripple and jiggle as it slid around him and . . .
A pulse shot through his organ and Severus hissed in reaction.

”Damn it,” Severus breathed as he shook himself off, then removed his boxers completely.

He grabbed his washcloth and a bar of soap, opened the shower door, turned the water on full blast and dove under it, hoping to shock himself into non-arousal. Sure enough, his erection went down. Quickly he mixed the water so it was warm and began to soap his body.

Unfortunately, he was unable to keep his thoughts from the witch lying in the bed just outside the bathroom. He soon found himself with another full-blown erection.

Well, he had no choice but to take the matter in hand.

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Hermione awoke with a groan and a hangover. She rolled over in the bed facing the bathroom, her head tight. She looked toward her nightstand.

No water. No Sober-up potion. Usually she made sure to have these things on hand. She really wasn’t acting like herself.

Dressed only in her knickers, she got out of the bed and headed for the loo to relieve herself. She heard the shower running and scowled.

Severus was in there.

Shit. Still she had to relieve herself, and it wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen the boy naked before. She didn’t think to put anything on. These were her rooms and in her muddled state, she acted as if she were alone in them. Hermione pulled the bathroom door open with purpose and entered, her brown eyes immediately focusing on the shower. The thick, stippled glass distorted the young wizard somewhat, but not enough as he wanked off beneath the spray.

Hermione’s eyes widened as she watched the wizard fisting his length slowly and deliberately, the water washing over his body. Severus was slightly blurred but she could still see him, his head leaning forward in concentration as he worked toward release.

The witch stared at him a moment, feeling a little pulse of desire as she watched him. Long, lean and beautiful actually as he sought a self-made answer to his randiness. Then she walked over to the loo, ready to let nature take its course, still watching him.

Severus’ head flew back, his pale profile turned toward the ceiling as he approached climax.

”Oh yes, professor Granger . . . yes,” he hissed, his voice carrying despite the running water. His hand worked furiously over his erection. He was completely gone.

”The little pervert,” Hermione thought, although seeing him fisting himself at the thought of her was a bit of a turn-on.

Suddenly Severus stiffened and let out a guttural groan, his hips jerking slightly as he released against the shower wall.

Bare-breasted, Hermione began to applaud him, her eyes narrowed. For the second time, Severus stiffened, pulling back the shower door and staring out at Hermione, his face reddening at first, then contorting slightly as his black eyes took in her semi-naked body.

“Professor,” he said in a choked voice as she lowered her knickers and sat down on the loo, using it in front of the boy. She had no problem with it. She had to piss and more in front of a roomful of Death Eaters back in the day. One Gryffindor was nothing.

”I see you do have an alternative to me,” Hermione said as she wiped then flushed, pulling up her knickers and looking at Severus with a smirk.

”Your hand,” she finished. “Now hurry up out of there. I need to take a shower too.”

Hermione left the bathroom.

”Oh gods,” Severus groaned as he closed the shower door and finished washing.

He had wanked off in front of the woman he desired. How lame was that? How long had she been there? It didn’t matter, it was long enough. Did she hear him groan her name? Merlin, this was embarrassing.

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Hermione pulled open her dresser drawer, felt around and pulled out a little blue flask. She opened it and took a large gulp of Sober-up potion.

”Blech,” she said, now tasting her morning yuck-mouth, the natural and quite familiar outcome of a night of contemplation. She then grabbed her house robe off the chair and slipped it on, grabbed her toothbrush and toothpowder and re-entered the bathroom, scowling as she saw Severus standing in front of the mirror with a towel wrapped around his hips busily brushing his teeth.

She shoved him over, although there was plenty of room.

”I’m sick of you commandeering my bathroom every morning,” she hissed as she wet her toothbrush and shook a bit of toothpowder on it. They stood side by side brushing, Severus’ black eyes resting on her, thinking how he wouldn’t mind doing this every morning.

Hermione’s brow was creased with aggravation, and she was trying not to look at his pale chest and tight abs. He had a beautiful, lean body.

Severus Snape really was the perfect boy toy.

Severus leaned toward Hermione, reaching under the spigot to collect a bit of water in his palm, slurping it into his mouth, swishing it around and spitting it into the loo, flushing it. He turned and looked at Hermione, who was still brushing, her amber eyes watching him through the mirror.

”Whatsh?” she snapped through her toothpaste.

Severus didn’t say anything, but his eyes were definitely heated. Hermione’s eyes drifted down to the towel wrapped around his loins.

It was tented.

Hermione spit out her toothpaste.

”Get out of here! You and that . . . that club. You already got your jollies this morning, you little pervert,” Hermione hissed at him.

”Aren’t you ever going to let me touch you again?” he asked her plaintively.

Hermione looked at him.

”Just get out of here, Severus. I need to shower,” she said, averting her eyes.

This made the Gryffindor a bit hopeful. She didn’t say no. If she weren’t planning on letting him bed her again, she would have definitely said so. He just had to be patient. Once he completed the Philosopher’s Stone, maybe then she’d accept him. It would take the rest of the term to do and he was going to have to be vigilant as well as sneaky.

He’d collect what he needed from her later in the day.

”I’m going to the lab,” he said shortly.

”Go someplace. Just get out of here,” Hermione groused.

Slowly, Severus began to walk past her, noting she didn’t have her wand. Hermione bent to rinse out her mouth and when she straightened she was suddenly pulled into the young wizard’s arms and he planted a big, juicy kiss on her mouth. She struggled a bit, but relaxed as his passion washed over her, his kiss soft and hungry as his lips moved against hers.

Severus felt her relax and helplessly pressed his erection against her, absolutely aching.

”Oh, please . . . professor . . . don’t torment me,” he said against her mouth as he backed her into the vanity. “Please . . .”

Hermione could feel the young wizard’s need as he began to tremble against her as if he were about to explode, and it was contagious.

”Please,” Severus said again, pulling at her house robe until it parted and he pressed himself against her bare breasts with a groan as he felt their soft fullness against his skin. His mouth moved to her throat of its own accord, and Hermione sighed as he suckled on her neck.

No, she didn’t hate Severus Snape at all as he bent her back over the vanity, smelling of soap and maleness, his damp hair dragging across her skin as he moved lower.

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A/N: Short chappie I know, but I have to go make breakfast and wash clothes for Tayah. Just a little something to chaw on. ***