The Reluctant Highlander | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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****DISCLAIMER**** I
own nothing, not even $1 for the impending lawsuit
A/N: Thanks for
tagging along with me so far! Here are
some answers for all you curious reviewers:
Septentrion-yes,
the book is intent upon them making a *ahem!* connection and will stop at
nothing to achieve the desired result…as you will see in this chapter! Cathmorgan5 - As for that sneaky,
sneaky Fine Print – well, you’ll find out, heh heh. Klo
– you totally read my mind with the “och aye” stuff…I couldn’t resist doing
that to him. SevsB1tch – if I get on my knees and beg, would you email me that
kilt picture? And Moi – I like Ioan as well…he’s too cute. And it’s good to see SeductionsClaim actually sign in for
once, har har.
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Drustan and Dageus MacKeltar turned out be very gracious
hosts, ensuring that their guests, however unwilling, had every comfort and if
they raised their brows at their (so they thought) countryman suddenly sporting
an English accent, nothing was said aloud about it. When they suggested that Professor Snape –
they named him Laird Severus “Raven” Douglas, distant cousin to Sidheach “Hawk”
Douglas – might like to get clean after the strenuous battle, there was no
shortage of serving girls ready to help him, much to Hermione’s inexplicable
disappointment. The Potions Master
certainly didn’t look as if he minded them swooning all over the place, so why
should she? Even though this was
supposed to be her fantasy and not his.
Severus was led off to a bathing chamber by no less than six
beautiful buxom maids who all vied to walk beside him, put their hands on his
arms and comment on how brave he must have been in the battle. He jumped as one of the hands made its way
underneath his plaid, while the owner of said adventurous digits winked
suggestively at him. “Och, and would ye
be wantin’ some help in the bath, Laird Raven?” she cooed; soon they were all
clamoring to help wash him. Never had he
regretted saying “no” (his favorite word) more – if only they could have walked here…! They pouted prettily at his refusal and
stayed as long as they could in the chamber with him before he shooed them
out. As he bent to unlace his boots, the
“adventurous” maid scurried to place herself in front of him so that his face
was neatly planted in her generous décolletage.
“Are ye…quite sure aboot tha’, m’laird?”
He assured her, swallowing hard, that he was – she flounced off without
another word. Hurriedly undressing
before she decided to come back, he climbed into the steaming water and sighed
in relief as the warmth soothed his aching muscles.
Some of his cuts stung like fire when he used what passed
for soap, and when he was clean at last, he leaned back and luxuriated in the
water for a split second before an equally unclothed Gryffindor seventh year
materialized in the large tub with him.
He gave a great start, making most of the bathwater slosh out onto the
bricks, and as Hermione screamed, covering her eyes, he was afforded a splendid
view of her eighteen year old flesh. Not
even the Imperius Curse could have stopped him from staring. Hermione Granger’s breasts were high and
full, her stomach flat, and he could see below the water line to her curvy hips
and the patch of curly hair – neatly trimmed into a narrow strip – between her
long, lovely legs. Student, student, student! His mind chanted. And don’t
forget, a GRYFFINDOR!
An outraged yell made him drag his uncooperative eyes up to
her face – she clapped a hand onto each of her breasts and closed her legs
tightly, glaring at him. “How dare you?” she gasped.
He shifted slightly in the water, drawing one knee up to
cover the fact that seeing her nude had made him instantly hard. “I didn’t do a thing – if you hurl yourself
into someone’s bath, expect to be looked at, Miss Granger. Now, I suggest you return to your respective
bathwater immediately,” he said heatedly, hoping she would go away so he could
wank off in peace.
*********
Hermione was well and truly flummoxed. She had been bathing, minding her own
business, and suddenly she was deposited in Professor Snape’s bathtub – with him
still in it! Her first instinct, instead
of sensibly covering herself, was to put her hands over her face so that she
wouldn’t be able to see Naked Teacher right across from her. Then what should happen when she reclaimed
her senses? The Potions professor was
ogling her for all he was worth, and with an erection that would put Firenze to shame! NOT that she had ever looked at
the Divination teacher. Well…okay, she
had, but it was just a quick peek.
She never would have guessed that he looked so unbelievable naked
– when he had been fighting, he had just been wearing the plaid, but with all
the stress of him attempting to murder her, she really hadn’t noticed. She was amazed he wasn’t all-over sunburn,
but his skin was like palest ivory with a downright shocking amount of
muscle. If she’d known he looked like
this under his robes, she might have made a concerted effort to get
detention. His leg was now drawn up to
hide the evidence of his arousal, which was a shame – she had never seen a more
impressive phallus, save for in Lord Shagswell’s Playwitch pictorial. She had
a slight suspicion as to why he wanted her to leave so quickly and didn’t think
it had a single thing to do with embarrassment.
As Head Girl, she had stumbled on more than her fair share of compulsive
masturbators – Dean Thomas, Seamus Finnigan, and even Ron could be often found
in the common room after lights out having a circle-jerk.
“Are you going to shave, sir? Or cut off your hair?” She slid one foot
close to his innocently – if he was going to muck up her fantasy, then by
Merlin, she was going to ruin his bath time.
But she really did want to know about his hair…she thought he
looked extremely sexy the way he currently was.
He shifted the erection-obstructing leg slightly.
“I am NOT discussing this with you, Miss Granger – now, get
out of here,” he bellowed.
“I’m not getting out just so you can watch me!” she yelled
back.
His eyes narrowed. “And
I have no intention of doing the same.”
She glared at him. “Okay,
here’s what will happen – we sit up onto out knees, then face away from each
other and reach the towels. Deal?”
“Fine.”
They glared daggers at each other as they maneuvered
themselves to their knees – Hermione thought it manifestly unfair that she had
to cover two areas while he had only the one to worry about…though with what
she’d glimpsed, he might need both hands as well. She gave the command to turn.
******
Severus looked down on the insufferable witch as she
laid the ground rules for getting out of his bathtub. And he wasn’t even finished! When she told him to turn, he only did so
halfway…it would serve the annoying little bint right, if he got another
look. He surveyed her impressively pert
bottom and was hard put not to touch it when she slipped suddenly and fell back
against him. Reacting instinctively, he
reached around Hermione to support her and found himself with his hands full of
her soft breasts and his cock pressed right between the cheeks of her bum. He thought that perhaps romance novels weren’t
so bad, after all.
Wrenching himself back to his senses, which seemed to be
evaporating like the steam in the room he pushed her away just as she squealed,
perfectly aware of what had just been tight up against her. He leaped from the water and covered himself
with a towel, deciding to blame the whole thing on her, as usual. She scampered to find herself a towel, red in
the face (her whole body blushed) while informing him that she would tell
Dumbledore. “As I said earlier, Miss
Granger – if you appear in a grown wizard’s bath in the state of dishabille you
were in, there is no way you can expect him to offer you tea and polite
conversation. Now. Get. Out.” She fled, cursing him soundly and almost
upending the maids clustered around the door.
**********
Hermione didn’t stop swearing until she reached the room set
aside for her by Chloe and Gwen. On cue,
the two women popped in, asking what was wrong and she spilled the whole story
as they burst out laughing. “Sorry, hon –
but you have got to admit it sounds funny, being plopped down in Raven’s
bathtub with him naked in there,” Gwen apologized after seeing Hermione’s
expression. “The maids keep going on and
on about him – he is pretty damn sexy, and that voice is
incredible. What’s the story with him,
anyway? Drustan didn’t really say.”
Hermione told them everything, including the book – they looked
extremely skeptical, but assured her that they’d encountered stranger
things.
“You don’t think he’s attractive?” Chloe asked. “I mean, I’ve got Dageus, but Severus is
definitely tempting.”
Hermione gaped at her.
“He’s a teacher!”
Gwen pooh-poohed that neatly. “Doesn’t stop him from being a man, does it?”
“Well, no, but…”
“..But you should see him as a man – as far as we can tell
from your story just now, he was seeing you as more than a student.”
After a good three-hour conversation on the subject of “Laird
Severus,” Hermione was starting to see their point. Professor Snape certainly was a man; his
reaction to seeing her naked had dispelled any speculation about that, but just
because she liked his looks and his voice (his attitude as well as manners would
always be atrocious) didn’t mean she was falling in love with the wizard. She took dinner in her chamber so she wouldn’t
have to interact with him and fell asleep dreaming of a Highland
laird who happened to bear good resemblance to Severus Snape.
*
In the blackened recesses of her room, Adam Black wore a
look of satisfaction on his handsome face.
She had finally been edged onto the correct path – all he had to do was
to keep throwing them at each other, as soon as he worked on Snape a little. The Professor had reacted favorably when
Black had tossed Hermione into his bath, so perhaps he wouldn’t need too much
persuasion. And it certainly didn’t hurt
that the very air was laced with pheromones intended to entice the senses…it
had been a near thing after the man had been trying to kill her earlier, but
with so much yelling he had ingested a copious amount of the aphrodisiac and
had let her off rather easily. The book
had pulled out all the stops for these two, and scenario upon scenario was
waiting to pounce upon them; if one situation failed to make them fall in love,
another would spring its trap. He consulted
his notepad again and checked off the box beside the notation “Thrown together
naked.” Excellent. The next item on the list would be presented
to them the following morning – and he intended to watch every moment of
it. Grinning fit to kill, he snapped his
fingers and disappeared.
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