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Pleasure War	By : shsa0702 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16842 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. As much as I wish I did, JK Rowling (that wonderful genius) came up with it first. I make no monies of any sort.

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Hello again! I am sorry for the slighter longer time in between updates, school and work really seem to be packing it on this semester. However, this looks to be the longest chapter I've posted yet, so hopefully I'll have redeemed myself in that sense.

On with the story!

Although Severus had been understandably worked up, after he had some time to think about it he thought it was best not to approach Hermione about the event that had occurred. Immediately after it had happened, he'd been so frustrated that he couldn't figure out just how she had bested him. He toyed with the notion of approaching her, but remembered the number one rule in war was not to let the enemy know they had succeeded. If he allowed her to know that she had gotten to him, it would become a downhill battle very quickly.

However, that did not stop the smug looks that he had received that evening over dinner. Although she did not mention it, she had such a cheeky, damnable grin on her face that she might as well be licking the cream off of her whiskers. He decided that she must know at some level that she had gotten through to him, but to which she did not inquire. Even the next morning, the way she kissed him good-bye she still had an air about her that she had won. However, he was far from finished with her.

It had officially been three days since the event; however that did not mean he had not begun planning his revenge on her the moment afterwards. He grinned wickedly as he finished the last step to his retaliation. Oh this was sure to elicit a notable response from her, and with his luck he would get that out of her before she even realized what was going on.

Although she would most likely realize what happened at the end, that didn't mean it wouldn't be fun to watch her struggle. If there was one way to get to Hermione Granger-Snape, it was to present her with something she couldn't figure out.

Chuckling to himself, he grabbed his completed product and slipped it into the inner pocket of his teaching robes. She had another thing coming to her if she thought that he would submit after just one round…

Hermione was nervous. Although it had been three days since she had executed her plan of attack, Severus did not appear to be affected in the slightest. One would think that nothing at all had happened, except for the fact that Severus had seemed quite perturbed that night when they met back in their quarters after the day had ended. He was short with her, and seemed to zone out a bit as if trying to figure something out.

When questioning how her day was when he arrived back in their chambers that evening, it was with a slight accusatory tone. He asked her if she had seen or gotten anything new, and she just grinned back at him nonchalantly as she answered no. However, after they had slept through the night it seemed that he was back to his regular self the next morning. He was still a bit snarky, but that was just his regular personality. He still engaged in conversation with her as they readied themselves for the day, and he still kissed her goodbye as they left.

However, it did nothing to reassure her nerves as she realized the ball was now in his court.

She had been checking and double checking her classroom before the beginning of each period; checking behind her back had become routine for her. She was beginning to feel a little foolishly paranoid; if Severus had planned to retaliate, surely he would have done so by now.

She even entertained the idea that perhaps she had won, and this was his way of walking away with his tail between his legs. Although the idea was appealing, she knew that he would never give up a fight so easily.

So she settled with being a little borderline paranoid for the time being, trying to make sure he didn't catch her off guard when he finally decided to get her back. However, this meant that she also came off a little…fidgety to the rest of the staff. She jumped at small noises, and she was constantly looking over her shoulder.

However, none of the staff had expressed any verbal concern, so she tried to convince herself that nobody had really noticed anything. She continued on like that for the following two days, constantly checking for any sign that she could possibly be under attack.

As of now, it was late in the morning on the third day as she sat in her office, attempting to draw out lesson plans for the end of the month, as well as keep an eye out for Severus. Even though she was all alone in her office, she did not put it past him to perhaps arrange some plan of attack beforehand. They had the mandatory staff meeting within the hour, although she couldn't fathom how Severus could possibly attack when he sat on the opposite end of the table.

Glancing at the clock, she sighed as she began to straighten up her work, filing the half-finished parchments into her desk to finish at a later time. She stood up brusquely, and smoothed over her robes. Readjusting her hair, she took one quick look around before she left, making sure to glance behind her as she exited.

Greeting the other staff members, Hermione made her way through the roomas she smiled politely and nodded to those she passed by. Across the room, she felt Severus' dark gaze fixated upon her. She shifted uncomfortably, but continued to smile as McGonagall greeted her, and began to engage in light conversation about how her classes were going so far that year.

Like a predator, Severus made his way over to the pair, a goblet grasped in each hand from the table of refreshments that was always present at every meeting.

"Ladies," he nodded his head curtly, handing one goblet over to his wife.

"T-thank you Severus," Hermione stuttered. Why was she so damn nervous, it's like she was a young school girl all over again!

McGonagall greeted Severus in return, smiling as he wrapped his arm around his wife. Along with the rest of the staff, she was glad for the slight change in demeanor that Hermione had inspired within him. Forcing him to becoming slightly more social was one of the many changes that the staff was thankful for upon Hermione's addition to the school as a professor. Hermione relaxed as she settled against him, thankful for the familiar comfort of her husband after it was apparent that he intended nothing more.

After a bit of light conversation with the pair, McGonagall proceeded to the head of the table to announce that it was time for everyone to take their seats.

Hermione moved to the middle of the table, keeping her eye on Severus as he took his seat towards the opposite end. Some things never changed and as she settled in, she set her goblet in front of her and pulled out her quill and parchment to take notes as usual. After about half an hour, in which they had discussed the various class schedules of next quarter, Hermione reached for her goblet, thankful that Severus had had the thought to grab her something to drink for during the meeting.

She continued to sip the pumpkin juice, slipping off her robe and hanging it on the back of her chair behind her as the meeting continued. Beginning to feel slightly flushed, Hermione reached into her robe pocket to pull out a hair clip. Gathering her hair, she pulled it back and pinned it up. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Severus glancing at her, and she could almost swear she saw him smile.

Turning her attention back to the head table, she attempted to refocus herself. However, after a few more minutes she realized that she began to feel sleepy. That was strange; she had gotten a full night of sleep the previous evening. Even if she hadn't, it was midmorning. She had been awake for long enough that she shouldn't be drowsy in the slightest.

She shook her head slightly, taking a few deep breaths as she shifted in her chair. However, it wasn't long before she was yawning. Leaning forward against the table, she propped an elbow up and rested her chin against her palm. However, after she had almost fallen asleep and her chin slipped off with an unexpected startle of surprise, she decided to just lean back in her chair. There couldn't be that much more of the meeting; it had been going on for quite some time now.

Settling back into her chair, she leaned her head back. She would just close her eyes for a little bit, no harm in that. Just close her eyes for a minute and…

Her eyes snapped open as she heard him enter the room. It was dark, and by all means she should already be sleeping by now. However, it didn't surprise her when Severus came in late at night; just like her he could get so caught up in his research that he would completely lose track of time.

She heard his heavy footfalls as he lumbered towards the bed. Facing away with her back to him, there was nothing to greet her gaze but the dark outline of the mahogany bedside table before her. She lay on her side, slightly curled up as if she were cold; however the only kind of warmth she was seeking was that of her partner whose position next to her was currently vacant.

She heard the rustle of cloth as he divested his robes behind her. The bed declined slightly as he sat on the edge, and continued to remove his socks and unbutton his white oxford. Finally, she felt him lay down behind her, immediately moving closer to wrap his body around hers.

His body was slightly cold, the warmth from her burrowing under the covers contrasting sharply, and causing a ripple of gooseflesh to run along her skin. His body fit perfectly against her, outlining the subtle curve of her hips and following the length of her slender legs downwards. Pressing up against her, she realized he had discarded his boxers as well. She grinned as she felt the slightly firm length of him nuzzled against her backside; eager as always.

He wrapped one arm around her torso, his fingers moving immediately to envelope the fleshy globe of her breast. Her breath hitched, and she knew she had given herself away.

"Quite responsive, aren't we?"

His voice was deep, rumbling through his chest behind her even as he spoke softly. With one hand being used to prop his head up against the pillow, the other began to explore, running down the length of her silk nightie. His fingers danced across the expanse of her body, trickling down her arm, causing the soft hairs to rise up as she yearned for his touch. He brushed his fingers back and forth, continuing downwards with a light squeeze to her hip.

His fingers were rough, a familiar sensation that she had grown accustom to from his years of ingredient preparations as Potions Master. The palm of his hand cupped the contour of her hip, resting for a moment before finally moving inward towards the apex of her thighs.

She shifted subconsciously to allow him more access. He chuckled, lifting the hem and allowing his fingers to dance across the lacey front of knickers.

She could feel herself becoming wet; her knickers too thin to do anything besides soak through. His fingers continued their teasing, following the path downwards and beginning to rub softly against the spot she desired most. She suppressed a groan, the friction just a breath away from what she wanted. Blushing, she realized that he must have realized her ridiculously rushed sense of need as his fingers continued further downwards.

His length, which was positioned conveniently against her backside, began to harden and grow in length. Knowing that just feeling her through her knickers triggered such a reaction from him gave her a feeling of empowerment. Grasping his wrist gently, she ignored her basic instincts of allowing him to continue by moving his hand away so she could turn to face him.

Even in the dark, she could see his black eyes glittering dangerously as her. He pulled down the covers, exposing the outline of her body as he gazed upon her with a look of pure lust. Slowly, he lowered his head, bringing his lips to meet hers.

His breath was hot, the faint taste of fresh oak mingling between them; most likely the result of a late night drink during his research.

He tongue assaulted her roughly, asking no permission as it sought entrance. He was an assertive lover; but that only served to fuel her desires. His hand came to cup her cheek, and faintly she could smell herself on his fingertips before they intertwined within her hair.

She pressed her body against him, seeking to be closer. He began to kiss his way down her neck, his hand moving to once more pave the way as he worked his way down her body. His fingers reach her nipples first, which were peaked underneath the soft material. He tweaked one, eliciting a gasp from her. He began to knead her breast through the fabric, stopping only occasionally to pinch or tug gently on her nipple.

After a minute he switched, proceeding to provide the other with the same attention. Finally, he leaned back to help her sit up as he pulled the hindering piece of clothing off of her; leaving her clad in only her knickers now.

His eyes drank in the sight of her, and she shivered as she recognized that look. She lay back down against the bed, her hair fanning out behind her and her breasts heaving slightly from her quickened breath.

Lithely, he moved downwards to the end of the bed. He smirked at her as he wrapped a hand around each thigh, gently coaxing them apart and scooting upwards to move between them. He began to move one hand up and down against the scrap of lace, and this time she could not suppress the moan of frustration that escaped from her lips.

She whimpered as his touch grew lighter, nearly severing contact.

"Please…Severus…"

He grinned wickedly, vanishing her knickers wandlessly and ceasing to touch her.

"Beg for me witch, and I'll make you scream this castle down with pleasure."

"Severus please," She squirmed against the bed, beginning to grow desperate, "let me feel you. Please pleasure me."

He growled as he suddenly plunged two fingers within her.

Arching back against the bed, she moaned as he began to fuck her roughly with his fingers. His other hand came to join the other, pinching her clit gently as she ground against his hand, desperate for the pleasurable friction.

The fingers against her clit vanished as he leaned his body downward to replace them with his tongue.

She gasped in delight as his tongue lapped at her pussy, his hand grasping her hip to steady her as she bucked against him. Feeling herself begin to tighten, she moaned, bending her legs at the knee as he sent small, subtle waves of pleasure through her.

Perhaps sensing the end was close, he pulled away from her, giving her no time to protest as he leaned forward to plunge his fully hardened length into her tight entrance. With one swift thrust, he was buried all the way to the hilt. He head fell forward as he moaned, pulsing inside of her before he began to move his hips against hers.

He increased the pace, groaning as he plunged into her again and again. His hand snaked between them, reaching to find her clit as he began to rub rough circles.

The tingling feeling inside of her came back, spreading throughout her body from her fingertips to her toes. She cried out as she could feel her walls begin to tighten once more.

"Not yet love," he grunted, "wait for me."

She cried out again as she struggled against the pleasure, torn between giving in and holding out. However, she didn't have to resist long.

His pace became rapid now, pulling almost all the way out before forcefully slamming back in.

"Hermione," he gasped, "come with me love."

He groaned as his balls tightened, his member swelling before he came inside her. He moaned roughly, drawing out his pleasure as he stayed within her. Around him, her walls began to flutter, feeling as if she were trying to pull him in deeper.

"Oh Severus…I'm going…going to…"

She cried out brokenly as the wave of pleasure crashed against her, running through and over her body like electricity. She thrashed from side to side as he continued to thrust, his attempts to draw out his pleasure as well as hers causing her to repeat his name like a mantra.

"Ohhh Severus…Severus…"

Severus...

"Severus…."

Hearing herself moan his name out loud as the pleasure coursed through her, she opened her eyes to see all eighteen of the staff members of Hogwarts staring at her. Some were blushing, clearly their throats uncomfortably as Hermione shot upwards in her seat. Face burning, she coughed as she tried to recollect just what had happened. Deciding to go with the last thing she could remember to cover for herself, she turned towards her husband.

"Severus."

She repeated his name with an awkward familiarity, realizing just seconds ago it had come from her lips as a moan.

"Yes, my dear?" He smirked back at her, his face the only one that wasn't clearly uncomfortable.

"Um…I was just…well, what are your thoughts on the…uh…this topic?"

"You mean my thoughts pertaining to the décor of the Hufflepuff dormitories?"

If possible, her face flushed an even deeper red.

"W-well, yes…I mean…Slytherin house has some very nice, erm, interior design in their dormitories. Perhaps you could give some Pomona input."

Professor Sprout looked stricken, as if Severus would be the last person in the world that she would go to for dormitory interior design input.

Severus' smirk widened even further, one eyebrow raising as he answered her. "Well, perhaps if they decide to someday move down to the dungeons, however until that day I don't believe interior design is really my area of expertise."

"Oh…erm…right."

Hermione shrank back into her seat, looking downwards and allowing her hair to hang around her face in order to avoid the curious, and in some cases concerned, stares of the other staff members.

Severus it seemed however, was having a field day.

As the discussion resumed, Hermione ran through what had just happened in her head. It couldn't have been any ordinary dream, it had felt so real. It was so detailed, so overwhelming. She was still shaking, although whether from the pleasure she had just endured, or the extreme embarrassment she wasn't quite sure. Somehow, she knew that Severus had something to do with this. It couldn't have been by coincidence, and it wouldn't have seemed so real if it was just a dream.

As the heat started to fade from her cheeks, Hermione reached across the table for her goblet-

The goblet.

Hermione nearly dropped it as she remembered Severus handing it to her at the beginning of the meeting. Was it possible that he slipped something into it?

With the goblet hovering midway to her lips, she looked over at him. He smirked back, raising his eyebrows as if to challenge her. Glancing down, she stared at it with revulsion, as if she had suddenly realized that what she was drinking was expired.

She slowly set it down, looking back up towards him. He looked strained, as if struggling not to laugh.

Turning away with a huff, she nearly groaned with frustration. Unsure of whether he had or hadn't put something into the goblet, Hermione forced herself to appear focused on the current discussion between the other staff members.

If he had put something in it, then she had fallen for it, nearly twice no less! If he hadn't, she must look like a complete fool in front of him. It felt like forever until the staff meeting finally came to an end, and when it finally had Hermione promptly packed up her things and donned her cloak once more. However, before she could start towards the door Severus approached her from behind.

Settling his hand on the small of her back he murmured in her ear, "If you're feeling a little hot and bothered, perhaps you should drink some more. That may assist in helping you to…satisfy your urges."

With a huff, she walked away from him, angrily stalking towards the door as she exited. Behind her, she missed the astonished looks on the staff members faces as they heard, for what was possibly the first time ever, Severus laugh.

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