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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
5
Views:
7,609
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15
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Conversations
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CONVERSATIONS
“Hermione?”
“Mmm-hm?”
“I think we’ve missed breakfast.”
“Unless you wanted to carry me into the Great Hall, I wouldn’t have made it. See this? No muscles working. God knows what you’ve done to my bones.”
“Good, wasn’t it?”
“You’re preening!”
“Have I not earned the right to a minor preen?”
Hermione rolled to bump noses with her smirking lover. “You’ve earned an humungous preen. One as big as your--”
“Hermione Granger! Your Head of House would be mortified!”
A shapely leg draped over his midsection. “You think I’m bothered?”
“I’m not particularly, myself.”
“I can tell. Again already?”
“Well, if Miss Gryffindor isn’t up to the challenge…”
“Never challenge a Gryffindor.”
“Unless it’s in your own interest to do so.”
“Bugger Slytherin cunning!”
“It has its advantages.”
“So I’m discovering.”
“Hermione? Was that your stomach rumbling?”
“What if it was?”
“If you don’t appear imminently at lunch, your friends might begin to worry.”
“And their tender sensibilities concern you?”
“When you put it like that, no.”
“That Slytherin ruthlessness of yours must be contagious. I think I’m going down - Oooh, yes, that felt nice, you naughty boy! - with a case of it myself.”
“Never let it be said that Severus - uuuuh! - Snape dissuaded anyone from finding their Slytherin side.”
They missed lunch. Slept through dinner. Ordered a hearty supper via the Floo, Hermione’s conscientious objection to elndagndage having been overcome by hunger pangs. “Ginny’s going to want all the smutty details.”
“Just don’t allow her to regale you with her tales of Pansy Potter in return.”
“Ugh, you trying to make me puke? By the way, you busy over the summer?”
“No.”
“Do you stay at Hogwarts?”
“Mainly. Albus frequently suggests I take a holiday, somewhere hot and sunny. Maybe I’ll take him up on it, one day.”
“Might do you good.”
“Might also bore the bollocks off me.”
“Oh, we wouldn’t want that, they’re much too useful where they are.”
“What does the university student do with her summer?”
“Bugger all. Unless you’re offering to find an occupation for me.”
“I could use a literate assistant for a project I’m working on.”
“And I could do with, as Ronald so delicately puts it, a good knobbing on a semi-regular basis.”
“Students have been wondering for years if a similar treatment might have a beneficial effect on my temper.”
“Will it?”
“Certainly not, but that’s no reason not to experiment with the theory.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want the present shower of shitlickers to get off more lightly than we did. However, I’m game for testing that certainty of yours, under scientific conditions, of course, if you’re good for some more fantasy fulfilment.”
“I have a store of my own you might care to try.”
“Do tell.”
He did.
“Oh my godfathers, you’re on! I have to see if that’s actually possible! And the Great Hall during a ball?”
“House tradition. We might find more room under the Gryffindor or Hufflepuff tables, however.”
“Harry, Ron and I are invited to the Yule Ball.”
“Might have guessed that fool Dumbledore would want The Prick Who Feeds A Frenzy on the premises.”
“And if you’re serious about needing an assistant during the academic hiatus, it’d look good on my CV, spent the summer under a world-famous Potions Master.”
“In more ways than one?”
“Dirty!”
“Well, do you envisage much work being done?”
“Hopefully not.”
“Owl me with details of when you’ll be available. I believe we might contrive to work together, Miss Granger.”
“Deal.” She tossed away her pudding fork, heading for his bedroom with a cheeky grin. “Get Dobby to clean up, and come back to bed. It’s too big for me, I might get lost and frightened. And I’ll find the limits of your stamina if it kills me!”
He rolled his eyes, moving slowly toward the box of Floo powder open on the mantelpiece. “But will I find the extent of yours? For a witch who proclaimed her inexperience, you have produced - quite a performance.”
“You’re inspirational.” Keeping the sardonic smile over the idiotic grin she could feel trying to get through, Hermione sauntered into his luxurious bedchamber, casting off the loose gown she’d transfigured from a blanket at the doorway. She’d gone and done it. She’d got a semi-agreement to a relationship out of Severus Snape.
Oh, Ginny was losing so many galleons, she’d be owing for a hundred years! Life didn’t get better.
She stretched out, admiring Severus in profile at the door, the sight of his proudly jutting manhood doing something wicked in her lower regions. Well, perhaps it could get a little better, very soon. After all, money wasn’t everything.
A/N Look out for the sequel, Sex and the Single Student, a succession of smutty interludes in the busy schedules of our favourite couple.
CONVERSATIONS
“Hermione?”
“Mmm-hm?”
“I think we’ve missed breakfast.”
“Unless you wanted to carry me into the Great Hall, I wouldn’t have made it. See this? No muscles working. God knows what you’ve done to my bones.”
“Good, wasn’t it?”
“You’re preening!”
“Have I not earned the right to a minor preen?”
Hermione rolled to bump noses with her smirking lover. “You’ve earned an humungous preen. One as big as your--”
“Hermione Granger! Your Head of House would be mortified!”
A shapely leg draped over his midsection. “You think I’m bothered?”
“I’m not particularly, myself.”
“I can tell. Again already?”
“Well, if Miss Gryffindor isn’t up to the challenge…”
“Never challenge a Gryffindor.”
“Unless it’s in your own interest to do so.”
“Bugger Slytherin cunning!”
“It has its advantages.”
“So I’m discovering.”
“Hermione? Was that your stomach rumbling?”
“What if it was?”
“If you don’t appear imminently at lunch, your friends might begin to worry.”
“And their tender sensibilities concern you?”
“When you put it like that, no.”
“That Slytherin ruthlessness of yours must be contagious. I think I’m going down - Oooh, yes, that felt nice, you naughty boy! - with a case of it myself.”
“Never let it be said that Severus - uuuuh! - Snape dissuaded anyone from finding their Slytherin side.”
They missed lunch. Slept through dinner. Ordered a hearty supper via the Floo, Hermione’s conscientious objection to elndagndage having been overcome by hunger pangs. “Ginny’s going to want all the smutty details.”
“Just don’t allow her to regale you with her tales of Pansy Potter in return.”
“Ugh, you trying to make me puke? By the way, you busy over the summer?”
“No.”
“Do you stay at Hogwarts?”
“Mainly. Albus frequently suggests I take a holiday, somewhere hot and sunny. Maybe I’ll take him up on it, one day.”
“Might do you good.”
“Might also bore the bollocks off me.”
“Oh, we wouldn’t want that, they’re much too useful where they are.”
“What does the university student do with her summer?”
“Bugger all. Unless you’re offering to find an occupation for me.”
“I could use a literate assistant for a project I’m working on.”
“And I could do with, as Ronald so delicately puts it, a good knobbing on a semi-regular basis.”
“Students have been wondering for years if a similar treatment might have a beneficial effect on my temper.”
“Will it?”
“Certainly not, but that’s no reason not to experiment with the theory.”
“Good. I wouldn’t want the present shower of shitlickers to get off more lightly than we did. However, I’m game for testing that certainty of yours, under scientific conditions, of course, if you’re good for some more fantasy fulfilment.”
“I have a store of my own you might care to try.”
“Do tell.”
He did.
“Oh my godfathers, you’re on! I have to see if that’s actually possible! And the Great Hall during a ball?”
“House tradition. We might find more room under the Gryffindor or Hufflepuff tables, however.”
“Harry, Ron and I are invited to the Yule Ball.”
“Might have guessed that fool Dumbledore would want The Prick Who Feeds A Frenzy on the premises.”
“And if you’re serious about needing an assistant during the academic hiatus, it’d look good on my CV, spent the summer under a world-famous Potions Master.”
“In more ways than one?”
“Dirty!”
“Well, do you envisage much work being done?”
“Hopefully not.”
“Owl me with details of when you’ll be available. I believe we might contrive to work together, Miss Granger.”
“Deal.” She tossed away her pudding fork, heading for his bedroom with a cheeky grin. “Get Dobby to clean up, and come back to bed. It’s too big for me, I might get lost and frightened. And I’ll find the limits of your stamina if it kills me!”
He rolled his eyes, moving slowly toward the box of Floo powder open on the mantelpiece. “But will I find the extent of yours? For a witch who proclaimed her inexperience, you have produced - quite a performance.”
“You’re inspirational.” Keeping the sardonic smile over the idiotic grin she could feel trying to get through, Hermione sauntered into his luxurious bedchamber, casting off the loose gown she’d transfigured from a blanket at the doorway. She’d gone and done it. She’d got a semi-agreement to a relationship out of Severus Snape.
Oh, Ginny was losing so many galleons, she’d be owing for a hundred years! Life didn’t get better.
She stretched out, admiring Severus in profile at the door, the sight of his proudly jutting manhood doing something wicked in her lower regions. Well, perhaps it could get a little better, very soon. After all, money wasn’t everything.
A/N Look out for the sequel, Sex and the Single Student, a succession of smutty interludes in the busy schedules of our favourite couple.