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The Pink Lacy Knicker Project	By : Koolgirl18 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Lucius/Ginny Views: 13685 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Snape and Hermione had to take the room in the middle of the other two.

Hermione broke out in a cold sweat as they walked into the dark room. To light it up, Snape muttered a lumos.

They both gazed at each other for a moment before looking away to different points in the room.

Snape cleared his throat.

“Well, it seems as if we have no choice but to share a bed,” he said, stating what they both already knew.

Hermione allowed her gaze to travel across the room, taking in the small living room, the modest sized bathroom and the large king-size bed with silk covers in the colors of red and green.

“Yes, it seems we must,” Hermione said quietly, crossing her arms.

She went over to the love seat sitting in front of the TV and flopped down, putting one leg up on the arm. It was the same pose she assumed when she was at home and too restless to do her summer reading.

She found the remote sitting on the glass coffee table in front of the couch and flicked on the TV.

Snape watched Hermione flick through the channels. She did not look happy about being paired with him.

‘Who can blame her? If I were as young and attractive as she was, I wouldn’t want to be paired with me either,’ Snape thought.

Feeling fidgety, Snape explored the room. He found the closet. It was filled with clothing for him and Hermione. He then walked over to the bookcase and began to skim a few of the titles.

But even then, Snape couldn’t focus enough on the books to get interested.

Snape cursed Dumbledore underneath his breath, the anger welling up inside of him once more.

“You can make your way to bed Miss Granger. I am going to take a much needed shower,” Snape snapped, gliding to the bathroom.

The door slammed shut. Hermione flinched at the impact.

She let out a deep sigh. She felt as if the whole situation were awkward. Snape had always been her secret crush, but she knew being with him was out of the question. He couldn’t stand her. Hell, he couldn’t even be in the same room with her without insulting her for being such a know-it-all.

Hermione ran her fingers though her thick hair. She switched off the TV, suddenly losing the urge to find out what was on. She looked around the room and spotted an armoire sitting against the far corner.

She went towards it with the intent of finding something decent to wear to bed.

When she opened it up, she blanched at the sight of the sexy lingerie. There were nighties, teddies and other scraps of silk she didn’t even know were possible for a woman to wear. She picked up one piece of silk underwear, waving her wand over it to change it into something more comfortable but the material didn’t shift. After spending long minutes trying to change the underwear, she gave up.

Frustrated, Hermione began to dig through the other furniture trying to find something that would cover more than it would reveal. No such luck. She let out a frustrated sigh and violently ripped down a random piece of silk from the closet.

She stomped over to the couch and sat down with her arms crossed. She at least wanted to shower before she was forced into bed with a man who hated her guts.

It was ten minutes more before the bathroom door opened and Snape stepped out with a towel riding low on his hips. He was using another towel to dry his hair and didn’t notice Hermione sitting on the couch, eye humping him.

Hermione felt her mouth drop. Who could have known the greasy git was hiding such an amazing body beneath his robes?

He muscular but not bulky and from the looks of it, there wasn’t an ounce of fat anywhere on his body. Though he was pale, his skin was smooth and perfect. He also had quite a bit of chest hair, which Hermione would never have guessed he had.

Snape threw the towel onto the bed and finally looked over at Hermione who was sitting on the couch with her mouth hanging open slightly.

“I thought you would already be in bed,” he said, sounding annoyed.

“I wanted to shower first. I hate going to bed feeling dirty,” Hermione said after a long moment of trying to catch her breath.

Snape looked at her for a moment longer before striding over to the armoire to look for some night wear.

Hermione got up and quietly made her way over to the bathroom.

“Which side of the bed do you prefer, Miss Granger?” Snape asked before Hermione could close the door.

“Um, I think I would like to sleep on the edge if you don’t mind,” Hermione said quietly.

She saw Snape give a faint nod before she closed the bathroom door completely.

Snape gave a soft groan when he heard the door close firmly. He was as hard as a rock.

The way the little know-it-all stared at him when he walked out of the bathroom made his hormones bubble uncontrollably.

He knew he didn’t have an appealing face. That was something he couldn’t control and had come to terms with years ago.

Snape only worried about what he could control and his body was the one thing in his life that he had complete and utter power over.

Though he would never admit it to anyone, he did have an obsession with making sure his body looked good.

Snape was a health nut. He went running every single day, even on the days when he barely got any sleep. The only thing that could stop him from running were the various curses the Dark Lord threw at him that had him in St. Mungo’s for days on end.

He knew his body was a good looking one. Many of the whores at the brothels he visited even told him so.

For some reason, however, the know-it-all’s innocent exploration of his body meant more to him then anyone else’s.

Snape snorted at the thought. He was turning into a fucking sentimental romantic freak. If that was what Dumbledore wanted, he had another thing coming to him.

Snape swore that as soon as he got a hold of the old fool alone with no witnesses, he would hex him ten times to Sunday.

When would Dumbledore get it through his lemon candy-rotted brain that he did not want to have meaningful relationships with human beings? He had already chosen the few friends that he would let into his life, he didn’t need any more.

If there was anything Snape hated more than the Dark Lord, it was being manipulated. He thought he was done with it all when the final battle had ended and the light won. This little display of manipulation just went to show Snape that he would never be free from it.

Was it too much to ask for the chance to quietly hide away from society for the rest of his existence? He didn’t like people and people sure as hell didn’t like him.

Snape growled when he could find no decent night shirts. He couldn’t help but notice the various lingerie pieces as he searched for his nightwear. He let out a soft growl when he thought about one of them gracing Granger’s body.

He did not want to go to bed with an erection. He decided to don on the silk boxer shorts that were in his hands and was sure he could make it to bed without having to see Hermione walk out of the bathroom.

He was already underneath the covers and was about to spell the lights off when Hermione stepped into the room.

It was Snape’s turn for his mouth to fall open. Hermione was wearing a dark green silk night gown that he could clearly see through.

She wasn’t wearing a bra, and the knickers she had on were so tiny, they barely covered up her secret treasure.

It took Snape a second to realize that Hermione knew he was staring at her. He quickly looked away and muttered Nox to spell the lights off.

‘Merlin’s Balls—I’m going to go to bed with an erection anyway! Can this night get any worse?’ Snape thought, squeezing his eyes shut.

Hermione slipped underneath the silk covers. Snape could smell her scent from the other side of the bed.

‘Bloody fucking hell,’ Snape thought again.

He knew he would have a restless sleep that night.

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