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Smoke and Fire	By : Skool Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7683 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Two warnings:

1) Plot ran away and kips with Sense and
Sensibility in Devonshire. Don�t think it�ll be back soon.

2) If you are a girl, have dogs or other
animals and are fond of cunnilingus, you�ll either be very pleased for new
impulses or very disgusted.

How to man
a haggard

Snape woke
up when it was dawning outside. He did not know where he was at first, but he
heard someone else breathing regularly. Hermione was lying next to him. Naked.

With the help of this sight, his memory started loading last night�s events and
he felt guilty.

Very guilty.

It was not so much the fact that they had made love, far from it. What
disturbed him was that he had fallen asleep directly afterwards without giving
her the satisfaction she must have craved.

Would he be able to make up for the faux pas?

Would she allow him to make up for it?

He turned to watch her in her sleep.

She was not a stunningly beautiful woman and she could be disturbingly
annoying.

Nevertheless, she was the woman who had been haunting him in his fantasies for
quite some time.

Maybe this was just a one-night-stand? The pent-up energy had been released;
they would kiss and say good-bye.

His heart tightened uncomfortably at the thought. His instincts denied this
would happen.

He still felt attracted to her and hoped she would give him a second chance.

The noise of the Muggle world seeping in from the outside gave the whole
situation a mundane twist: Severus Snape in the Muggle world, right beside a
naked Muggleborn lady he had feelings for.

Life could be so much stranger than fiction.

He turned his attention away from his musings, back to Hermione and could not
resist playing with a stray strand of her hair and tracing her right eyebrow
tenderly.

Hermione
woke when something tickled her face. She opened her eyes to see guilty
conscience written all over Snape�s face.

Good for
him.

�It�s � I �
you � if you like some breakfast � but if you prefer me to leave.� he stammered
clearly at a loss for words, because her waking up so suddenly had taken him by
surprise.

This
sentence was even too much for Hermione to fathom in the early morning.

�Breakfast.�
She mumbled.

His face
lightened up a notch.

Snape sat
at the side of the bed, clad in a white bathrobe, balancing a tray with toast,
butter, jam and coffee on his legs.

Hermione was amazed. His Royal Snarkiness had spent a quarter of an hour in the
kitchen preparing breakfast, something he probably considered a house-elf duty
under normal circumstances.

There was more to this man than she would have guessed, but he was not yet off
the hook for the crime he had committed last night.

They ate quietly at first. Snape simply decided that by saying nothing, he
would say nothing wrong. Hermione was somewhat amused; she guessed what his
silence was about.

�Severus,
may I ask you a private question?� she purred at long last.

He flinched
a bit, fearing the worst, but nodded.

�How many
lovers did you have?�

Worst fears
confirmed he felt yet again embarrassment and a pinch of anger rise.

�You don�t
have to�� she started, but he stopped her with a motion of his hand.

�Let�s put
it this way: Waking up with a lady who truly desired me as much as I desired
her, thus being forced to apologize for being a dreadful lover, is a novelty.�

�Fifteen
points from Slytherin for not answering my question.� Hermione replied silkily
in an uncanny Snape imitation.

Snape was
startled. It took him a moment to understand.

�Objection,
Miss Granger. You said I did not have to answer the question.� he drawled back
coolly.

�But you
chose to. So answer it accordingly to the question and don�t whine.� she
challenged.

Snape gave
her his infamous glare.

�Three. And
for your information: They were all female. The first was a dare by Lucius. He
sent a maid to seduce me. The second was a whore at Knockturn alley. The third
was a smart but irritating want-to-know-it-all Gryffindor.�

�Thank you
for the flowers, Professor.� she smirked and paused. �You should have told me.�
She added with a serious expression which defied her mellow tone.

He nodded
and shrugged. She lay her hand on his and squeezed gently. He took it to
understand that she had forgiven her. They finished breakfast, Snape put the
tray on the floor beside the bed and raised an eyebrow:

�Miss
Granger, would you allow me back into your bed.�

�If your
intentions are noble.�

He breathed
a kiss on her hand, whispering: �They are, Miss Granger, they are.�

With a
grin, he discarded the robe and climbed ined.

His
eyebrows rose. �Ah, ah, ah. What was that?�

�A simple
alliteration, Professor Snape.�

�Good
Gryffindor girl.� he retorted, running his hand lovingly along her jaw.

He played
with her for what seemed to be an eternity, never giving her the physical
contact she wanted.

�Come on,
Severus get to it.� she panted.

He smiled
to himself, having absolutely no intention to bring it to an end yet. He was
starting to enjoy this.

�Please, do
it already!�

�You said
you wanted to be stimulated thoroughly. No in medias res. That�s what I am
doing. The most complex potions require up to six weeks to be ready, you know?!
And you said it yourself, satisfying a woman is like brewing a complex potion.
Plus, I also need to study your reactions carefully, to make sure you don�t
blow up.�

Hermione
felt like screaming at his argumentation. �I am stimulated. The essence is
boiling. The cauldron is about to explode. Now g-e-t t-o i-t.�

�You are
starting a debate. You are capable of coherent speech. Therefore, you cannot be
sufficiently stimulated.� he shrugged nonchalantly.

�Severus
Snape! I swear to the four Founders of Hogwarts, if you make me wait one minute
longer � �

He shut her
up with a clumsy kiss on the mouth, then he lowered his body enough to hover it
millimetres above hers. He rocked back and forth, the fine hair on her skin
registered the closeness and she elicited a whimper.

�Now,
what�s a porn flick?�

�Not now, I
said. Keep it up.�

Damn!
This woman was a tough cookie.

He
travelled south teasingly slowly.

Some twenty
minutes later it was accomplished. Hermione lay slightly flu and and trembling
on the bed. And was rather embarrassed about what he had done to make her peak
at long last.

Little did
she know that he was disconcerted about it himself. When the silence grew too
much for her to bear, she got up and fled into the bathroom.

He his face in his hands. It had been a kinky thing to do. Especially since she
had been a virgin until some ten hours ago. She must have liked it. And she was
uncomfortable about it.

He got up
to get dressed.

Hermione
was still in the bathroom. She just sat on the toilet, feeling dirty and yet
happy. If he ever breathed a word about this episode, she would throw him to
the Dementors. There was a soft tap on the door.

�Are you
alright?�

�Yes.�

�Are you
upset?�

She was
silent for a few seconds before she said. �No.�

Her answer
had been barely audible but not faint.

�Would you
care to join me out here? � I promise, I am already dressed.�

Hermione
got up and looked into the mirror. She did not look any different from
yesterday, did she? She smiled. �Give me a minute, okay?�

It
definitely did not sound upset. Snape heaved a sigh of relief. He was about to
sit down in an armchair when a book on the shelf caught his eye.

The Kamasutra.

He tilted
his head. Reached for it. Hesitated. And pulled it out of the shelf. He browsed
goggling in disbelief at some of the positions.

Oh my
bloody � !

Snape froze
at one illustration called �The arch�. The two persons in the picture were
charmed to move. But what really made him gawk was that the man had his
features, while the woman had a striking resemblance to Hermione.

Who was kinkier now?

Was it someone who charmed pictures in the Kamasutra to look like herself and
her lover?

Or was it
someone who was so desperate to make oral sex a fulfilling experience for his
girlfriend that he transfigured his tongue into that of a snake?

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Epilogue

Three
months later:

Snape was
propped up on his elbows, staring at the headboard, biting his lower lip trying
to control himself. Beads of sweat were forming on his face, the bedsprings
were creaking rhythmically as he thrust back and forth.

Hermione
pressed her hand on his butt, sighing: �Not yet. Not yet. Just a little more.�

He drove
into her with more force. The headboard slammed against the wall. His body
tensed, he felt his climax draw nearer. He threw his head back, groaning with
relief as the tension flowed out of his body and he collapsed on top of her.

Hermione
lay there, thinking. He had understood that it took dedication to stimulate
her. However, comparing making love to brewing a potion had turned out to be a
two edged sword. They had gathered some �recipes� which were now used with disappointingly
little variation. Snape could not be blamed. He was only too accustomed to the
effects of trial and error in potion making. And he was doing his best to
please her sexually, but they were undeniably two people trained to use their
mental capacities instead of their physical ones. She could not complain when
it came to their intellectual and emotional relationship where they did seem to
fit like hand and glove. They could spend the day locked in her apartment and
talk. Or they read, each one buried in his book until one of them read to the
other what he found interesting. She had even managed to get him to watch TV.
He would not admit it, but he was rather fond of American action movies, the
first �Die Hard� and the �Lethal Weapon� movies in particular.

Maybe Albus was right. Maybe they should dare to experiment a little more.

�Love, did
you come at all?� he interrupted her train of thought.

�Got a bit
carried away, didn�t you?� she grinned. She had peaked the very moment he was
too busy to register anything. �Yes, I did. But you know, I think we should try
something completely new.�

Snape
sighed. He had mastered a handful of techniques that made it possible for him
to please her adequately. He did not need more. He was perfectly content since
the experiments they had tried in the first few weeks had turned out to be
frustrating.

�Relax,
Severus. I think the new thing could turn out to be enlightening for both of
us.�

He made an
indistinct non-approving sound.

�You know I
was chatting to Albus the other day ��

Snape tuned
out. He did not even bother to try and get upset. The headmaster loved to
meddle in other people�s love-affairs. Either he tried to be the matchmaker or
he gave some advice on how to spice up the love life. Very much like the male
version of Mrs Jennings in Sense and Sensibility.

�� and he
said we could explore new levels of intimacy by using Polyjuice Potion in order
to gain a deeper understanding of each other�s bodies.��

Snape fully
tuned back in when he heard the words �Polyjuice Potion�: �Albus told you to
try what???� He jerked up, an incredulous look on his face.

Hermione�s
eyes sparkled with mischief.

-The End

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A/N:

Thank you all for reading Smoke and Fire.

I hope to have entertained you with this little story. :)

Hopefully you did not find it too boring, too stereotype or too pathetic.

It was a huge challenge to stay on track and let them continue to suck in bed.

This is a bit of an open ending but so far, I have managed to achieve this type
of hitch in every story I ever wrote. Why? Because reading is supposed to
appeal to your imagination, therefore I leave it up to you to make the final
step. Will Snape and Hermione marry or will they separate? Anything is
possible, it is your very own choice to make.

Sorry, I definitely do not plan to do a sequel of this one. Well, maybe I�ll do
the Polyjuice experience if you guys write at least another 25 reviews. ;)

What�s with this Sense & Sensibility thing? �I happened to watch the movie
and loved it, especially since I also read Emma Thompson�s diary. She and Alan
Rickman seem to be quite a trip. ;)

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