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The Fantasy Book	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 44517 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: Thanks for all of your reviews. How to stir a potion you say? Hrm...might not be such a bad fantasy! ;-)

It wasn’t that the hour was growing late or that her eyes were growing weary but Hermione shifted restlessly in the bed. She managed to lay him down against the pillows and arrange him so he looked comfortable. Still the man slept but she swore he looked more peaceful. A shower was what she needed; either a chance to cool herself off or a quick play to relieve herself. The adjoining bathroom had both a tub and a shower though Hermione had never seen the mediwitch use either for Severus.

            After an intense debate she decided that a cold quick shower would do the trick. It was mostly that she felt awkward and embarrassed with the notion of masturbating while he rested in the room next door. Even if he was in a deep and most likely permanent coma there was something about playing with herself with him so close that made her feel ashamed.

            Fifteen minutes later she found herself mostly dry and wrapped in a thick fluffy bath towel. Severus was laying in the bed exactly as she had left him with the book resting on the nightstand. Hermione crept over to the bed and climbed in, letting her towel drop to the floor. “Maybe a bit more skin contact will help…” she muttered trying not to blush as she undid the buttons on his nightshirt.

            The pajamas they kept him in were comfortable cotton, very soft and clean looking. It was difficult maneuvering his shirt but after a few moments of patient wriggling and sliding she had succeeded in rendering him topless. Again she leaned back against the headboard and pulled his body across her lap. His bare back felt warm against her chest and she could feel the blood rushing to her cheeks.

            “Alright, let’s read another one…” she said, once more stroking her fingers through his hair. She reached for the book and opened its pages, settling on one that made her smile.

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            The time piece reflected an hour that was somewhat past curfew and Hermione frowned. It wasn’t because she was up late; after all she was in her dormitory and there was no rule that said you had to be asleep by curfew. It was the fact that she had studied straight through dinner and her stomach was ravenous making noises more frightening than the ones often heard arising from the shrieking shack.

            She hadn’t meant to skip dinner but she’d been so caught up in her notes for potions that time had escaped her. N.E.W.T.S. were only a few weeks away and she wasn’t as prepared as she would have liked to have been. The sound of pages turning was drowned out by the growling of her stomach and Hermione sighed. Food was going to be a necessity and there was no avoiding it.

            Her bones protested as she stood from her desk, stretching her arms up over her head. She released a strangled sigh mixed with a yawn and then leaned over, resting her hands on her knees as she stretched out her back. Hermione pulled open her desk drawer and frowned. It was empty. She’d been meaning to replenish her granola bars and pasties but hadn’t gotten around to it. The closet was void of any extra brain food snacks and she frowned when even her secret stash of chocolate from the drawer of her nightstand was empty.

            A thorough search of the Gryffindor Common Room turned up a handful of chocolate frog wrappers and a half eaten sandwich that had started to grow mold. She sighed and resigned herself to starving for the night but remembering that it was Friday she groaned in frustration. Saturday morning breakfast didn’t start until 8:00am.

            From the sound of things Harry had managed to sneak Ginny up into his dormitory and she didn’t want to interrupt them to borrow his cloak. It appeared that she would be sneaking out on her own. The Fat Lady tsked her disapproval as Hermione slid through the portrait hole and began her swift but silent walk down the staircases.

            The kitchen was not difficult to find and the pear was not being temperamental but she found it odd that the kitchen was completely empty. Normally, even at a late hour the room would be bustling full of house elves preparing for an upcoming meal or cleaning up from one. The four house tables sat empty and Hermione shrugged her shoulders. She only intended to grab a quick bite and then return to her dormitory.

            Had she seen him leaning against one of the kitchen counters she would have beat a hasty retreat from the kitchens immediately. But her focus was on the icebox. She’d seen the house elves store soups and various meat pies in there and with a quick warming spell over a small portion of something she’d be good to go.

            Hermione shrieked and whirled around as a hand landed on her shoulder. Her eyes were wide as she stood with her back pressed against the icebox. Severus Snape was standing quite close and her heart nearly leapt into her throat.

            “Do you make it a habit or breaking into places you do not belong after curfew, Miss Granger?” he asked.

            “No, sir.” She said quickly. The hunger pains in her stomach were quickly forgotten as she found herself practically pinned to the icebox by his towering presence. Trouble always had a convenient way of finding her despite having left the trouble-magnet duo upstairs. She was certain she was about to be reprimanded; a significant loss of house points and possibly a detention.

            But before Severus Snape could remark further a tiny squeaking sound cleared the room and both he and Hermione gazing down near his ankle. A tiny house elf, shorter than most, had appeared beside the potion’s master holding a bowl in its hands. “Master Snape’s ice cream, sir.” The little elf said and bowed as low as it could while still holding the bowl of ice cream high above its head.

            Hermione did her best not to laugh. Severus appeared murderous as he glared down at the creature. He snatched the bowl from the elf and growled, “You forgot the whipped cream and cherry.” With a swift kick of his boot the house elf went sailing across the kitchen and landed near the entrance to the pantry.

            Her hand covered her mouth. The poor house elf managed to stand up and totter off into the pantry. She hated seeing house elves mistreated, but after her attempt at S.P.E.W. had been a miserable failure she had decided it best not to get involved as apparently some of them were happy being well-pair servants in the Hogwarts castle.

            Severus returned his attention to Hermione, still holding his bowl of ice cream in one hand. She was determined not to meet his gaze and so she focused on the dessert instead. It appeared to be chocolate drizzled with caramel syrup. It looked inviting though she’d never much pictured the potions master to be the indulgent type, let alone the chocolate and caramel sauce type.

            His eyes focused on her face as she gazed at the ice cream. He had intended to deduct house points and verbally berate her but he found himself distracted as he watched her lips. Whether or not it had been conscious, Hermione had licked her lips whilst gazing at his bowl of ice cream. A slight smirk crossed his face and he set the bowl down on the counter next to the icebox. “Fancy ice cream, Miss Granger?” his voice was low as he took a step back from her.

            Hermione was beside herself. She was hungry and the ice cream did look delicious and she’d never pictured Severus Snape to be the type to enjoy such simplistic things. Her throat was suddenly dry and her lips seemed parched. Words were lost as she opened her mouth to speak and the room seemed very warm.

            One minute she had been pressed against the icebox speechless at his comment and the next she was standing wide eyed, slack jawed, gaping at Severus Snape who was covered in chocolate ice cream and cherries. The house elf had returned running quickly across the kitchen floor. In his tiny hands he balanced a huge bowl of maraschino cherries, an oversized can of whipped cream and a bowl piled high with chocolate ice cream. Somehow the little creature managed to trip over its own feet and sent the ice cream and cherries soaring through the sky only to have them land all over the Potions master.

            The tiny house elf squeaked and vanished with a snap before it could feel the sting of Severus’ boot against his backside again. Chocolate dripped down his face and cherries stained his robes. Hermione despite her best efforts began to giggle. It was a ridiculous situation and had it been any other person she would have burst out laughing no doubt collapsing to the floor doubled over in a fit of guffaws.

            Severus Snape, however, did not see the amusement. She tried her best to hide her giggles behind her hand as she cupped her palm to her mouth. But the giggles died in her throat as she watched him unfasten his robes. It was a sight she had never expected to see and he was sliding his arms out of his sleeves as if he frequently undressed in the Hogwarts kitchens in front of students. Hermione was once again standing frozen in shock with her mouth hanging open.

            “Close your mouth, Miss Granger, lest you wish to catch flies.” He said and balled up his robes before sitting them on the counter next to his first bowl of ice cream. Beneath the dark black exterior he donned a simple white shirt that had somehow managed to get spots of chocolate and cherry juice all over it. With a frustrated sigh, Severus began to undo the buttons on his shirt until he was void of the garment.

            He stood wearing only his trousers; pale alabaster skin exposed to her gawking eyes. His gaze was fixed on her face though she hardly moved as he stalked toward her. With a firm push of his hand against her chin Severus pushed her mouth closed. He would not have her continuing to gape like a petrified woman.

            His fingers had sent tingles shooting across her skin when he’d touched her for that brief moment and Hermione found it difficult not to shiver. She stared at his face, which was just as pale as his chest, save for the sticky trickle of chocolate that was running down the side of his jaw. Without thinking, Hermione reached her finger forward and swiped it down the length of his jaw catching the ice cream on her tip.

            His hand clenched tightly around her wrist; gripping her skin tightly and he drew her hand forward. Hermione’s breath caught in her chest and she could feel her heart thudding like a hammer, trying to escape. She drew in a sharp breath as he pressed her chocolate covered fingertip to his lips and allowed his tongue to ever so slowly lick over her skin. His lips were full, soft and plump, as he drew her finger into his mouth and sucked the remaining ice cream from her digit.

            Her eyes fluttered as sensations she’d never before experienced flooded through her body. But before she could rouse herself from the pleasantries she felt his thigh leaning heavy between her legs. He’d pressed her to the icebox and his face was dangerously close. “You’ve interrupted my dessert,” he whispered, pushing her hair back over her ear.

            Hermione shivered, unable to help it, as she felt his lips against her earlobe. “I didn’t mean…oh…” she whimpered, feeling one hand on her chest. He was touching her in a way that was most inappropriate and she desperately needed to feel more. His lips brushed her jaw as he pulled back and gazed into her eyes. But he pulled back, letting his hand fall free of her chest, and he took a step back from her.

            She was awestruck and confused. Perhaps she’d hit her head on the back of the icebox and he hadn’t actually licked her finger, grasped her breast, or whispered so closely at her ear that she had felt his lips on her skin. Doubt didn’t have the chance to continue to surge through her thoughts as he grabbed her wrist and tugged her forward. Hermione whimpered as she was displaced and found herself seated up on the counter near the icebox.

            The bowl of ice cream that had been sitting on the counter was quickly turning to soup. Her eyes darted quickly between it and his face and for a moment she sat there with a blank stare upon her face. But as he reached forward, fingers tugging at her shirt she gasped. “Sir!” words were caught in her throat. He was a teacher and she a student and they weren’t exactly secluded away from anyone who was fancying a midnight snack. But she hardly found the will to protest as he pressed his lips to her ear once more.

            “You interrupted my dessert, Miss Granger…” he repeated. “And now you’re going to make up for that…” he let his tongue flicker ever so slightly over her earlobe before pulling his head back once more. He met little resistance as he managed to tug her shirt from her body, tossing it onto the counter with his chocolate stained robes. Her bra fell away from her body just as easily and she couldn’t help but blush as she saw the almost feral grin creep across his lips.

            It was an awkward angle as he pushed her back against the wall. There wasn’t enough room for her to properly lay back on the countertop without most of her body dangling off it. With a frustrated growl he stepped back and surveyed the enormous kitchen. A preparation table near the ovens caught his eye and without a single word he grabbed the bowl of melting ice cream, what was left of the bowl of cherries, the can of whipped cream, and carried them to the table. He moved back to the counter, grabbed Hermione by the hips, and carried her over to the table as well, depositing her roughly on top of it.

            She was on her back the cool marble chilling her hot flesh. And she hardly noticed as he grabbed her skirt and knickers with both hands hooked into the elastic and tugged them down over her hips until they too were gone from her body. She wore only her socks and slippers but he didn’t seem to notice. Hermione’s breaths came in gasps as he leaned over her his lips once more hovering at her ear.

            “I want dessert,” he hissed, and ran a hand through her hair.

            His fingers were coated in the melting chocolate ice cream. He held his hand up over her chest letting a few droplets splatter onto her skin. She was trying not to pant, holding her breath as she felt her heart racing. Once more he dipped his hand into the ice cream bowl and this time he pressed his palm against her left breast, covering her with the sticky chocolate.

            He lifted the bowl up and held it over her naval, drizzling the melted ice cream over her skin and down between her thighs. She flinched as the cold ice cream trickled down between her labia and suppressed a groan. He was coating her in chocolate ice cream with the full intention of having her as his dessert. Hermione lifted her head as he brought his hand near her face and without being told she propped herself up on her elbows and took his index finger into her mouth. Her tongue swirled over his finger, the taste of the chocolate exquisite; the taste of his skin divine.

            She repeated her motions with each of his fingers until her tongue was lapping at the chocolate that covered his palm. Her eyes were smoky and filled with a passionate want. He smirked as he leaned forward, lips hovering over hers. Hermione leaned forward only to be met with air and he chuckled, a cruel sound of torment as he pulled back and pushed her shoulder down, flattening her against the table once more.

            The whipped cream can was uncapped and a fizzing hissing sound filled the air as he shook the can and then pressed on its tip. Thick white fluffy cream spouted from the tip and he swirled the can around over her breasts, down her stomach, across her thighs, and against her sex. With a smirk he let the can clatter to the floor. She had become a human sundae and he licked his lips.

            Hermione cried out as his lips met her skin, his tongue laving against the tender flesh of her left breast. Severus made slow strokes with his tongue through the whipped cream and chocolate ice cream, devouring every inch of skin as he did. Her nipples were taught and peaked out through the tasty topping and he growled as he nipped at the pebbled bud, the sweet taste of chocolate coating it.

            Her skin was sticky as he trailed his lips over the flesh between her breasts. He’d left no trace of chocolate behind as he worked his mouth over her right breast. She was moaning, his lips on her nipple his hand grasping at her other breast, rolling her other nipple between his forefinger and thumb. A swirl of chocolate met his lips as he licked the underside of her breast and began licking his way down her stomach.

            Severus slowed his lips as he circled her naval, swirling his tongue gently into the depression and then around the rim. Thick velvet trailing through sweet sticky bliss was all she could feel as her sex throbbed with need. His licks and kisses and nips were driving her mad and he was not moving fast enough to the place she desired him most. Each lick of his tongue over her sensitive flesh made her whimper, arch her hips, and try to shift her body up ever so slightly in hopes of bringing him closer to where she needed to feel him.

            Her flesh tasted divine, the chocolate and whipped cream only enhancing her flavour. He groaned as his tongue peaked over a mound of whipped cream that was resting just at the juncture where her thigh met her torso. Despite the strong scents of chocolate he could smell her heady arousal and his erection throbbed painfully still confined inside his trousers. Dessert had never been more arousing.

            His hands spread her thighs wide and he wasted no time in licking up the inside of her thighs, each deliberately slow pass of his tongue causing a more desperate cry to arise from her throat. Severus pressed the tip of his tongue against a drop of chocolate that had slid down onto her labia and he slowly moved his lips around her nether lips. She shrieked out as he made first contact, only to whimper as he pulled back and began licking her thighs again.

            Hermione arched her hips forward and felt his lips against her opening. The heat radiating from her center made him growl; chocolate, whipped cream, and her own sweet arousal made for the most delectable combination against his tongue as he licked slowly up her slit. His lips moved around her sex, suckling at the chocolate, licking at the whipped cream. Her body went rigid as he thrust his tongue into her slit and wriggled it there for a moment.

            She cried out at the loss of the sensation but did not protest for long as his lips suckled over the flesh that surrounded her clitoris. Quick laps of his tongue against her sensitive bud had her hips bucking wildly and she was crying out. He flicked his tongue faster, circling the bud, the dragging it over and over her sensitive spot.

            Her eyes rolled back in her head and she came; body shaking, legs quaking. His tongue did not cease its ministrations as she came, and Hermione was almost in pain from her oversensitive clit. She whimpered as he licked at her opening, tasting a fresh wave of arousal with the lingering flavours of chocolate. He left no trace of either topping on her body as he slowly licked his was back up from her sex to her chest.

            When he lifted his head from her body and gazed down at her she flushed. His lips were stained with chocolate, the taste of the combined flavours still lingering on his tongue. “You make for a most satisfying dessert, Miss Granger,” he said. Without another word, he turned on his heel, grabbed his robes and shirt from the counter, and left the kitchens.

            Hermione closed her eyes, once again fingers trembling as she closed the book. “That was the fantasy about dessert.” She said and placed a gentle kiss on the top of his head. “That’s going to have to be all for tonight,” she added, her cheeks flushing. She wasn’t sure if she could stand to experience another fantasy.

            It took her several moments to untangle her body from his and then several more moments to transfigure her clothes into a suitable nightgown, but after having done both she tucked the book away into the top drawer of the nightstand and muttered a quick locking spell over it. Hermione crawled into the large bed next to the sleeping man. It wasn’t the first time that she had slept in his bed since watching over him. Though it was the first time that she would attempt to do so while so thoroughly aroused. With a heavy sigh she tried to ease her mind by thinking about potions ingredients, though they only served to remind her of the man who was sleeping beside her.

            Running her hands once more through his hair, this time she pecked his cheek. “Goodnight, Severus Snape.” She said. “We’ll try again tomorrow.”

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