A Nose By Any Other Name

Usual Disclaimer. Thanks to my reviewers, big hugs to you all :-)

The first smut chapter...and I apologise in advance if it\'s crap, it kind of worked in my head but in transition to NotePad it lost something. :-( Ahh well my reviewers will let me know...

Oh and I forgot to thank my friend Alec for letting me use his half of the sisters :-)

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A Nose By Any Other Name.


Chapter 4 - Reflection

Breathe, Severus. That\'s it and for Hades sake shut your mouth.

It was not what she\'d said that had made him briefly resemble a startled fish, okay that hadn\'t helped, but the comment she had thought after that had slammed into him with all the subtlety of the Hogwart\'s Express.
Scanning her mind had not exactly been his intention, maybe skimming, just to make sure he wasn\'t the butt of one huge joke. Sometimes he wished he wasn\'t so paranoid.

Fixate, obsess....her, over him? Why?

Suddenly angry he schooled his face back into it\'s habitual scowl. Twice she had done this to him, made him feel like a clueless idiot, forced him way off balance with a single casually tossed away line. How DARE she!

\"You never gave any indication of infatuation.\"

The look in her eyes was unnerving him, it wasn\'t one he was used to seeing directed his way, oh it wasn\'t unheard of, just bloody rare. Briefly it was hidden behind a wry smile.

\"What was I supposed to do, hmmm? Walk up to you after class one day and say \'Excuse me Professor Snape but would you be so good as to snog me senseless up against the Dungeon wall? Hell, actually anywhere will do, and whilst you\'re at it can I see your legs please because I want to compare you to a Boggart?\'. That would have gone down really well wouldn\'t it.\"

Even he had to see her point.

\"I would have said something despicable enough to send you fleeing from my class in hysterics, never to return again.\"

Probably. He wondered how many mental asides to what was being said either of them were missing and what they would turn the conversation into if revealed.

\"Good thing I never mentioned it then.\"

\"Indeed. But why mention it now?\"

The smile became melancholy.

\"Maybe it\'s something I regret.\"

He found himself unaccountably sad then. Of course she would grow up to realise just how disgusting a dalliance of that nature would have been with him, but he could not help mourn something that had never been. Snape hoped he sounded disinterested.

\"Oh.\"

Obviously having failed to disguise his disappointment she looked confused.

\"No, not the being enamored. More the fact I couldn\'t go to the graduation ball, couldn\'t ask for the dance or to see if you\'d kiss me. That\'s what I regret.\"

Trying to damp down the nasty little ember of hope that glowed at this he almost nervously asked:

\"And now?\"

\"Now I\'m not the nervous little virgin petrified of unleashing your wrath...?\"

Blushing, she mumbled something about being run over by a bus tomorrow before moving quicker than he\'d thought possible. The last thing he had expected was to be slammed against the wall with such force as Hermione\'s mouth covered his own.

Stunned into compliance for the few seconds it took his conscience to be bludgeoned into submission he didn\'t resist the flick of Hermione\'s tongue against his lips that heralded the plundering of every inch it could reach, or the fingers that wrapped in his hair keeping his head down low enough for her to continue her assault.
When Snape regained full use of all his faculties it was to drag her nearer, one hand pulling her hips hard against his own forcing moans from each of them, the other twisting in her hair to make sure there was no chance for escape. Not that that appeared to be her intention any time soon.

The battle for supremacy had begun and it seemed neither was willing to loose. If he won possession of her mouth she would slide her hip against his achingly hard, silk imprisoned erection or trace the top of sto stocking with a small pointed nail and he would loose all train of thought allowing her to regain control.
Of course he had his own weapons, the hand not holding her head had found it\'s way to her breast about two seconds after her first victory and the gasp and shudder that had run through her had gained him the ground he had lost.

He would have won he was sure if it hadn\'t been for the damn corset. Breathing was hard enough with it normally, now he could barely get enough air in his lungs and the feeling of lightheadedness was becoming more prominent even as he fought to continue the kiss.

Pulling back enough to speak but still be plastered along his lean body she rasped, breath hot in his ear.

\"I wanted to kill Malfoy for touching you. For doing what I\'ve wanted to do since I first saw you yesterday.\"

It was said with such vicious honesty he shivered.
Jealousy, no one had ever felt that over him and he knew with liberating certainty that he had lost all hope of ever fooling himself the mission could be completed with objectivity. In fact for now the mission could go screw itself for all he cared.
It was his turn to kiss her then, mouth still swollen and stained with his lipstick, too soon she pulled back again.

\"I\'m not making promises, I can\'t leave here and I\'m not expecting anything from you but if you don\'t really want me and this is a game say so now whilst I still have some control.\"

A small voice was telling him that that was supposed to be his line, that everything was the wrong way round but he really couldn\'t bring himself to care at that moment. Grinding the proof of his own lack of control against her he growled back.

\"Does this feel like I don\'t want you?\"

Grabbing his hand she dragged him to a drape set against what turned out to be a door. She turned to Snape and with touching solemnity kissed his wrist.

\"Please close your eyes?\"

Somewhat warily Snape complied feeling himself pushed into the room until he felt something brush the back of his thighs. He sat when she asked and he had to put his hands out to grab the back of what turned out to be a stool otherwise he would have fallen to the floor.
Parting his legs she fell to her knees, fingers twisting in the thick silk of his dress, hunting out the hidden buttons and fastenings with singular intent.

\"I used to watch you, I\'ve already told you that. I knew it was inappropriate, dangerous even and it wasn\'t just you I had to be careful of not alerting so I learnt to hide it well. It didn\'t stop me thinking though, about what you looked like under all that material, about how you would taste...\"

Her tongue ran lightly over his jaw. He hadn\'t opened his eyes yet, he was reveling in the feel of her brushing against him as she worked the dress open, the sound of her voice as she told him this and the thickening lust evident there as each new line of flesh was revealed. Just listening to her like this was one of the most erotic things that had ever happened to him.

She ran her hands up the stiff-boned undergarment, dragging her nails across the taught material and he had to bite back a moan, goose-bumps raising across his flesh.

\"...I wanted to know what your voice would sound like when you came, if it would be like rough silk instead of smooth.\"

He opened his eyesa roa room softly illuminated by candlelight, all but him Hermione and a huge ornate mirror made obscure in the gloom. Avoiding his reflection he stared at the woman slowly undressing him, his earlier arousal tempered but by no means gone.

Finally after what seemed to him to be forever she pushed the dress down and away from his body. Sitting back on her heels she traced the lines of muscle and sinew, her face a study of desire and curiosity.

\"Gods, I would never have thought...\"

Her tongue brushing over his collar bone effectively silenced her. It traced the path her fingers had taken as though worshiping him. Not knowing what to do he sat watching her as she lined the tops of his thighs with her sharp nails as her eyes took in the straining material of his panties.
One digit slowly drew up the length of him, gliding easily over the silk there until his hips jerked up to gain a firmer touch, almost causing him to loose his precarious perch on the stool. Again her tongue followed the same path.

\"Much more of that Hermione and I will forget myself.\"

The mischievous grin reappeared from the night before and he saw the restricting undergarment shred with explosive force leaving him exposed to her hungry gaze and lowering head.

\"That, Severus is the idea.\"

Oh gods! How he needed her now, the violence of that magic feeding his desire, he would have begged if it would have quickened her descent, he almost did when she went back to swirling designs on his painfully hard flesh, teasing him almost beyond endurance.

When she slid him inside her hot, wet mouth he cried her name, loosing himself then to the feel of lips and tongue and teeth. All articulation fled as her hands joined in his torment, spreading his legs as far as they would go, giving her access to the soft, sensitive flesh and making his balance all the more tenuous.
He had no idea of the words he used, the sounds torn from panting lips, they did not concern him. Her answering sighs of delight when she found a spot that dragged loudloudest moans from him were what he would remember. If he could have kept himself like this forever just to hear her he would have sold what little soul he had left.

Wanting to touch her so badly but knowing his balance was precarious enough that if he tried he\'d fall right off the stool he tried in vain to distract himself from the havoc her mouth was playing with him. Finally he looked into the mirror and couldn\'t stop the exhaled oath at what he saw.

Hermione was kneeling so he could only see her back. Long hair fanning across the pale flesh of his legs with their shimmering stockings and high-heeled leather boots, the strands of her tresses cool against his overheated skin.
The dress blending into the shadows was open and bunched around his elbows. Effectively pinning his arms in place as they supported him on the stool, pushing his upper body forwards slightly and exaggerating the line of his torso created by the corset, each garment enhancing the beauty of skin and cloth and hermione.
It could not be him there, the mirror lied, but still he looked.
Normally sallow skin gleamed with a fine layer of sweat in the candlelight, flushed with arousal and the effort it took to breathe, his chest rising and falling erratically with every shuddering inhalation, every cry and panted endearment.
Shining sable hair clung to his shoulders, feathering across his back with the movements of his tilted head whilst onyx eyes glittered, half-glazed from behind heavy lids, dark and exotic with their coverings of powder and liner. The once carefully applied lipstick was smudged across his parted lips bruised by the kisses that had marred their painted perfection and the sharp teeth of his lover.

He didn\'t recognise the thoroughly debauched figure staring back at him, a contrast in dark shadows and pale flesh, but it WAS him and for once he did not pity the man he saw reflected back at him.
Half delirious from lack of oxygen and elation Snape etched the picture framed in the mirror into his memory, he would treasure this, no matter what.

It would be over quickly now, he knew, he couldn\'t hold out much longer she was too good and he had been celibate for too long. His skin was tight and hot, a fever which would soon break, gritting his teeth as the sensation built past anything he had ever felt before he tore his eyes from the mirror to where she was working on his flesh, glistening with saliva and he knew a moment of utter clarity before her fingers twisted and her tongue flicked and he could take no more.
His back arched as far as the corset would allow, every muscle drawing tight as he hissed his release, mind empty of everything but the pleasure.

As he collapsed forward off the stool and into her arms he knew. He would not loose her again.

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tbc

Aggie - Ah yes coffee, I understand it\'s effects well :-) Did try for some humour and the twins do kick ass. No real plot in this chapter so you might have to wait for more on Voldie\'s head *evil grin*

Betz - Yay! Thank you, the twins belong to me and my friend Alec..such true horror could not be conceived by one mind alone (theyareroleplayingcharacters) *squeak*.

Yes pissed off Hermione is fun and I didn\'t have to use the \'Is that a wand..\' pick-up line ;-)

Bindi - Closely followed by his underwear of course *smirk*
azulkan2 - Thank you. No plot in this chapter, but soon I promise :-)