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Moments in time Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10373 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Ok, first of all I felt bad for posting something so poorly written yesterday. Second, my hun had nagging need do discuss every little incorrect detail in the text, giving me a male perspective >.<
Thanks to the combination of all this and unfortunate listening to Paul Anka - this is my attempt of redemption ;)
I hope you will enjoy it!
I go to extremes
Another group of dunderheads filled the classroom, he sighed inwardly, with a little luck they won’t blow up themselves or him. He paced through the class, peering at startled faces. In this class, none of them had even an inkling of talent or necessary skill for potion making. This was his personal hell, but what he was to do? Hidden deep in to the roots of Hogwarts he was safe from news reporters, from “hero” groupies, from everyone who wanted a pound of his flesh. Narrowing his eyes at the class he dryly intoned
- Today we are making Shrinking Potion. Instructions are on the chalkboard. Take your ingredients from the storage room and begin. If I hear even a peep out of you, you are automatically earned yourself five days of detention with Mr Filch and deduction of 20 points for your house. You may commence. -
Severus was sitting at his table, one eye on the class and other on the parchment he was use to scribble on. “Face it, you old fool, you are as eloquent as fifteen-year-old dunderhead when it comes to your own feelings and desires. “scolded mulling on that unfortunate… dream… nightmare… glimpse at heaven(?) as he did days before, analyzing it in attempt to discover the root of the problem “Ok, beginning was quite normal, albeit bit unorthodox. When did, the things went haywire? Tasty raspberry, plump marble, …candy!? Spongy patch!!! – anatomically incorrect! A true testimony to my own…idiocy.”
Those were not adjectives he used, ever (!), little less to describe parts of anatomy, his or anybody’s. “Maybe it is not about her at all.” that thought was…shooting, a balm to his raw nerves. After all he was forty-one. He was young by wizarding standards, relatively powerful wizard with strong magic, he was on top of it all…a healthy male. Now when the threat was gone, when he didn’t have to struggle on a daily basis, just to see another day… After all, he had needs and severe intolerance to stupidity, his pent up sexual frustration just leached to only female, in his immediate proximity, smart enough to be…interesting to him, no matter how inappropriate that was.
Stirring uncomfortably on the chair, he blown a puff of air through the nose. The need to adjust rising… situation in his pants was alarming. Choking out the growl he stirred again. If this continues, he will seriously have to revise switching to wizarding robes. Hiding a bulging erection in tightly tailored pants was…impossible didn’t even begin to describe…impropriety of his situation. Especially if prominent hill around groin area, had unnerving tendency to make itself known to everyone, even under the frock-coat. It stubbornly refused to remain private. For a second he imagined himself in wizarding attire, tented in certain area, the picture was quite…disturbing.
“Cold showers don’t work anymore, not to mention I’m heading for a fast pneumonia if I continue like that. No, the matter has to be addressed in another way…”
He should take matter in to…his own hands…so to say. There was no point in creating the situation that will lead to need to seek help from Poppy due to a severe case of blue…
- Mr Wilkins if you put that in Miss Wilkins cauldron I will test her potion on you. – his dry voice startled the class – Miss Wilkins, raise that wand any further and you will have to test your potion with or without addition from your brother! – he started to raise from his chair then changed his mind and remained seated – 10 points each from Hufflepuff. And 5 points from Ravenclaw Mr Jones for pure idiocy, remove that cauldron from fire before you blow it up. – growled
“This…situation… is affecting my teaching.” another growl escaped him and students in the first row looked at him with fear. He scoffed at them, pondering how justified would be if he releases some of his distress on their heads.
“Poor wording aside, I need to shake of that dream, before it kills me or worse…someone realizes what is going on!” unsure of whom he tries to delude. He refused to ponder on possible partner, even as passing affair, at least now there was no lack of interested parties. Frowning he thought of all the witches that send him letters, throwing themselves at him, offering…half of them couldn’t write a letter without making him to desire nothing more than to take his red ink, correct mistakes and send them corrected drabble back. Groaning in frustration, he managed to scare first row of dunderhead again. No, options were limited as they were before. If he knew himself, and he did, even one poorly structured sentence would effectively and permanently…deflate… the situation.
- Time to finish up. Bring me your potions correctly bottled and labeled. Clean your work stations and leave. – he hissed at class – Mr Wilkins, you earned four days of detention, report tonight to Mr Filch. Miss Wilkins, you report to your Head of House and Headmistress. -
“Thank you, Merlin. This is the last class for today. I am not sure how much of this I could endure.” Severus wasn’t sure if thought referred to idiots he had to teach or to his overly lively organ that took upon itself to seemingly permanently imitate flag pole. Waited patiently until last student left classroom, then locked and warded the door and retreated to his quarters. Suddenly, he felt tired. Shaking his head, sheading layer of clothes he moaned in relaxation. As of lately, layers of buttons and material seemed like a vile trap, a means of torture designed to prolong his suffering.
Filing the tub with the warm water, sighed. “When did I stop thinking of Lily?” he shook his head, him and Lily, that chapter of his life was over. Over for a long time now. “Maybe if I try to indulge to this…irrationality(?)…” he didn’t see problem in that, as long as it stayed between these walls “And the walls of public toilet in Ministry Research Department.”
Glancing at the reflection in the mirror, he appraised his image. He wasn’t badly built, his look approved over the years, he was not anymore that man, skinny to the point of starvation. Lean muscles discretely stretched under still firm skin. And he was…well-endowed in some other areas. He possessed certain level of skill, about that he wasn’t certain but he never heard any complains. Albeit, there weren’t many of them, and they were scattered over the course of years, but certainly there was no complaints. Not that females rushed to complain when you are Death Eater, but some of them returned, more than once (!), that had to count for something.
Moreover, there was nothing foul about bit of an indulgence in lusting over free, sexy, smart witch. She was free, frowned, Daily Prophet didn’t report anything on her for years. She was probably sexually active female and equally, well probably not equally, frustrated by the lack of…activities.
“She might even be inclined to consider him, purely as entertainment of course, provided that he allows her to put a bag over his head.” he shook his head violently refusing that idea.
If, he is to allow this…fantasy…to play out, in privacy(!), …that might be safe. Not to mention… helpful. His member jigged at the thought. Soft sigh of release escaped him as he reached decision. Submerging in to the warm water that caressed his body like silk, he closed his eyes. Wrapping hand around proudly upright member he groaned, that felt…good. He was not ready to think about how it would feel…no, not yet, but her moans and sighs were enough, if he had to judge by his dream. Curly bush of her mound danced before his eyes.
“I wonder if she is really curly down there.” shuddered, hand was gliding down the length of his shaft languidly “I wonder if she really taste that good. Let’s see how things would played out if I take control.”
Firming the grip, picking up the pace he imagined her standing above him. His hands gliding over her groins and down her legs, climbing up along the inner walls of her thighs. Imagining her shiver and sigh at his touch. His hand was moving fast now, making him groan and moan like a teenager. Yes, he would spread her lips with one hand and let his tongue play with sensitive bundle of nerves. He would gently ease his fingers inside her, two of them (!), and leisurely explore every ridge, every wall, every nook and cranny. He would learn every point inside of her that makes her mewl and cry, that makes her beg for more. He would pump his fingers alternating speed to see what suits her the best…until he speeds up in a frantic…
Wait, that was not it! The image of her mound dissolved in a multitude of white spots. His hand was blurring over his member, brushing over sensitive head with every stroke. Water sloshed, spilling over the tub’s edge, as his hips buckled in a hectic rhythm. Loud groans and whimpers filled the deaf silence of his bathroom, culminating in a cry of release. His body jerked in spasms of bliss.
Yes, this could work, only if he is twice mean to her as he would usually be. He could entertain himself with idea of her, as long as no one knows. As for the danger of involuntary reactions of his body on the rare occasions they must occupy same area…well…he wasn’t Potions Master for nothing. Lazy, satisfied grin danced on his face, this must be how freedom feels like.
"I Go To Extremes" - Paul Anka
Call me a joker, call me a fool
Right at this moment I'm totally cool
Clear as a crystal, sharp as a knife
I feel like I'm in the prime of my life
Sometimes it feels like I'm going too fast
I don't know how long this feeling will last
Maybe it's only tonight
Darling I don't know why I go to extremes
Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens
And if I stand or I fall
It's all or nothing at all
Darling I don't know why I go to extremes
Sometimes I'm tired, sometimes I'm shot
Sometimes I don't know how much more I've got
Maybe I'm headed over the hill
Maybe I've set myself up for the kill
Tell me how much do you think you can take
Until the heart in you is starting to break?
Sometimes it feels like it will
Darling I don't know why I go to extremes
Too high or too low there ain't no in-betweens
You can be sure when I'm gone
I won't be out there too long
Darling I don't know why I go to extremes
Out of the darkness, into the light
Leaving the scene of the crime
Either I'm wrong or I'm perfectly right every time
Sometimes I lie awake, night after night
Coming apart at the seams
Eager to please, ready to fight
Why do I go to extremes?
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