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Pleasure War	By : shsa0702 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16842 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Hello All! Thanks to those reviewers that pointed out my mistake. It seemed that I forgot to upload a chapter, specifically chapter 5, Sexual Education. So if have already read what is now chapter six, Whispered Sweet Something, I apologize and hope that I have no ruined anything for you.

For those of you who missed out on this time, I hope you take it's late appearance as a positive and enjoy the quick update ;)

Now, on with the story!

Victory. That was the epitome of the smirk that Severus carried for nearly a week after the 'staff meeting incident'. Not only did he carry the smug look upon his face, his demeanor seemed to have been affected as well. He walked about the castle, an air of superiority with a borderline of gleefulness, causing some professors to do a double take at his abnormally good mood.

He also didn't hesitate to rub salt in the wound at any opportune moment.

"Any interesting dreams my dear?"

That was what she awoke to the very next morning. She sleepily threw a pillow at him as she tumbled out of bed to get ready for the day.

"Would you care for another glass of pumpkin juice? I know you've had quite the thirst for it lately…"

This is what was murmured to her across dinner at the Head Table the second evening after. She declined nonverbally by grabbing his goblet and draining what he had left while simultaneously throwing him an icily resentful glare.

The third day he had slipped her a cup of tea while she sat in her favorite wingback near the fire correcting papers, stating that she must be careful not to fall asleep and this may aid her in preventing to do so. She had let that cup sit until it turned cold; hearing him chuckle as he picked up their living quarters and discovered it before bed.

Although the antics died down, she could not let herself admit defeat. If this was what she had to look forward to for Merlin-knows-how-long, she had to fight back; for the sake of her sanity at least. She swore if he dropped anymore smug one-liners, she was going to throw the next goblet of whatever drink she had right into his face.

The worse part of it was that not only did his taunts serve as a constant reminder that he had, at least what she considered, a temporary win; it also reminded her of just what she had envisioned during his little retaliation. The blush that graced her cheeks every time she was reminded of the incident was not always necessarily from embarrassment.

She knew she had no other option other than to retaliate back. The only problem she had was that, for the life of her, she could not figure out how. Smartest witch of her age yes, but book smarts did not always include creativity or originality. She had literally hit her own personal version of sexual writers block.

It was one week to the day when the incident had occurred, and Hermione felt like she had run through the list of ideas and come up dry. She had to get him back tenfold, and hopefully bring about the end of the war for good. Blowjob underneath the desk would just not cut it; especially when he had already done so to her, with embarrassingly satisfying results. Repeating her last plan of attack just would not do; she wanted to be there to see the look on his face when she struck back. And the idea of trying to slip him any kind of potion nearly made her laugh out loud. She would have to be insane to try and slip a potion undetected to a Potions Master.

She sat at her desk, twiddling the quill through her teeth as she tried to find a plan of attack where she could be visible in the room without letting on to just what she was doing. However, she just couldn't think of any way possible to pleasure him without being seen short of what he had already done to her. What could she possibly use to pleasure him without making it obvious?

She sighed in frustration, closing her eyes. The only thing that she had accomplished thus far was grading two and a half essays, as well as making her embarrassingly wanting to pleasure herself from thinking about just how he may have reacted during her first attack. She was just about to tuck the remaining essays in her desk and retire to her quarters for a quickie with herself when she was suddenly struck with an idea.

What she needed was to pleasure him, and she definitely had the resource for that. The toy that she had bought during her little trip to Magical Sensations had more than taken care of that problem. What she also desired was to be able to pleasure him, as well as be able to let him see her whilst doing so to throw him off track. Combining the two was what the original problem had posed; however she could nearly kill three birds with one stone with this idea. Smiling wickedly, she realized that she could solve both of her problems, as well as perhaps get a little pleasure out of it for herself…

Thankfully for his seventh years, his good mood had carried through even up to a week after the event. He smirked to himself every time he even thought of the incident; there was no denying the tenacity of his little Gryffindor wife, but the idea that she could best him in competition was nearly laughable.

As such, today he was currently teaching his NEWT level class with them, and it was one of the rare days of instruction where he was actually teaching them at the front of the class. The victory kept him in an unusually good mood, even allowing some of it to translate into his teaching.

"Today class, we will be continuing our practical instruction with the brewing of the Wolfsbane Potion."

Carefully, he levitated the small silver cauldron that was softly simmering in the corner of the room. Brewing the potion was not necessarily dangerous, but the directions were very precise and therefore required a steady hand and a level of expertise that not even his NEWT level students possessed. However, for those of them that wanted to continue to pursue their interest in potions post-Hogwarts, he thought it would be productive for them to at least witness the process of brewing the potion; even if they were only allowed to watch.

"As you should well know, we are nearly at the last stage of completion. We are on day 28 of the current lunar cycle…"

He did not bother to mention how many days actually completed the lunar cycle. At this level of instruction, he was not one to tolerate silly hand waving. He did not waste time by picking on students to divulge answers that they should all already know. His philosophy was that if they did not know the answers already at this level, they had no business being in his classroom.

"These next few steps are best completed during the day, allowing the ingredients to completely dissolve before the moon rises tonight to catalyze the change that will take place."

He also did not believe in verbally stating which step he was completing; it was again a waste of time. He only spoke the parts of instruction that were not listed in the book, the rest they could refer to. However, there was no need because each student had their books open to the correct page, dutifully following along silently as they watched him work.

Allowing himself to work in such a manner put him completely in his element. It was with ease that he added the milligram of powder unicorn horn. However, just as he set the vial back down upon the table he felt a familiar twinge down below. He nearly rolled his eyes.

She just can't accept that I have won. This shouldn't even count as retaliation…where's the pride in simply repeating something you've already done…

This would only be too easy. Whatever she was doing and where ever she was doing it, he would at least allow himself to enjoy it this time. As the sensations increased, he cleared his throat and was about to announce an impromptu rescheduling of class when the door to his classroom swung silently open.

In strode Professor Granger-Snape with a neat stack of papers tucked under one arm, and a quill in the other hand.

This wasn't an uncommon occurrence in the classroom anymore. Ever since they had made their relationship public, she was known to come down to his rooms on occasion to correct papers, and sometimes even assist with lessons. Even as she entered today, some of the seventh years who also had her as a professor greeted her with a warm smile or a murmured "Good afternoon Professor".

She responded with a smile and a polite nod of her head. She proceeded to one of the back tables to set up and begin correcting her papers.

Forcing himself not to stare in disbelief at his completely unexpected present wife, Severus resumed working as if nothing had happened.

However, the sensations continued, and in no time Severus was hard. If not for the large workbench which he worked upon that sat in front of him, it would be plainly obvious to the class the effects that his wife had upon him.

He narrowed his eyes dangerously at her, hoping that his attempt to intimidate was still applicable even though he now sported a raging hard on below. She smiled sweetly, and as she settled down in her seat, the sensations ceased for the time being.

He continued on, working in silence. With a steady hand, he began to chop ingredients while the students scrutinized his every move. However, he could not ignore the fact that he was swallowing his moans as the subtle sensations resumed. He struggled not to close his eyes and groan as the feelings around his cock intensified. In fact, he realized it was quite relatable to when his wife rode him on top while grinding herself down upon him. It was all he could do to keep that exact image out of his mind as he swept the evenly chopped ingredients from the cutting board into the cauldron.

Down in their living quarters, Hermione wondered why she hadn't thought of this before. Lying on their bed with her robes bunched around her mid-waist, she held the toy that she had previously purchased in one hand. Class was scheduled to have just begun for Severus, and this would be one she would not want to miss.

Concentrating on what she was about to do, she whispered his name, as if he would somehow hear if spoken aloud. The toy morphed smoothly into the familiar replica of him.

Grinning, she positioned the toy at her already slick entrance. The idea of what she was about to do as well as soon witness had gotten her ready in more ways than one. She slid it in with a gasp, allowing herself to adjust to his size. She buried him completely to the hilt, making sure that he was completely in before reaching down and slipping her thong back on. Experimentally, she stood up. Although it did not appear she was in danger of having it slip out, she cast a light levitation charm to ensure that it did not.

She began to walk, and gasped allowed of the sensation of having him in her while she moved. She grinned, thinking to herself that this was almost raging war on them both. She would have to keep her cool if she was going to catch him off guard. Taking a quick glance in the mirror, she rearranged her hair and grabbed the stack of essays off the dresser that she had absolutely no intentions of grading within the next half hour.

She proceeded to exit the room, making her way towards his classroom as a familiar smirk played out across her features…

He continued to work silently and swiftly, even though all he really desired to do was to slip back into the storeroom and whip out his cock to enjoy the sensations rippling through him.

He was just about to add the next ingredient when Hermione stood up, causing his hand to slip, and nearly dumping the entire container into the cauldron. He whipped his head upwards, only to discover that Hermione was now out of her seat and proceeding to roam around the classroom. This too was not out of the norm for her; in fact she was known to assist the students occasionally as well as glance at what they were working on when her curiosity got the better of her.

He gritted his teeth as she smiled sweetly at him, stopping occasionally to quietly ask the students different questions about the method of creating the Wolfsbane Potion.

At this point his cock was throbbing, pulsating inside the invisible tight, wet sleeve that encompassed him. He was far too distracted to realize that the sensations subtly coincided with how she would occasionally start and stop as she walked from desk to desk. It was all he could do to stay focused on the task at hand.

He pulled out his wand, ready to begin the incantations that preceded the addition of the final ingredient for the day. He began to speak, his deep baritone steady. Hermione proceeded towards the back of the room, and as she sat down again, Severus' voice cracked as he experienced the delicious sensation of sliding impossibly deeper.

A snicker rippled throughout the room, although it was quickly silenced with an icy glare. Hermione faked a cough as she nearly laughed out loud; this was turning out even better than she expected.

Fearing that the end was near, Severus struggled to remain composed. He was sweating slightly from the effort of remaining focused, as well as struggling not to cum in the middle of class.

He let out a shaky breath in anticipation of adding the final ingredient. He picked up the last vial containing the moonstone essence.

At the back of the room, Hermione smirked as she whispered under her breath a charm that caused the toy to begin vibrating within her.

Gripping the underside of the table with knuckles white as chalk, Severus lifted a slightly shaking hand to add the three drops necessary. Tilting the vial ever so slightly…

One…

Two…

From the back of the room, Hermione stood from her seat and proceeded to walk towards the other side of the classroom, taking great care to swing her hips from side to side as she went to stand next to the door.

Up at the front, Severus gasped as the sensations hit him and he simultaneously came…along with dropping the entire vial into the cauldron.

The resulting explosion splattered the now ruined, grayish goo within a two foot radius, coating Severus from the chest up.

The silence afterwards was deafening as every student in the classroom stared, appalled, at their legendarily feared Potions Master blinking back at them from under a face full of grayish gunk.

In a voice that could have turned the living to stone, he muttered 'class dismissed'.

The students wasted no time, shoving their books hastily into their bags as they rushed to spread the word of what had just transpired.

After the last student had exited, Severus strode over to Hermione, his face flushed with both embarrassment and fury. His obsidian eyes burned as he made his way over to her, stopping directly in front of her small figure. He raised a finger, pointed directly at her face, and was just about to open his mouth to unleash the verbal assault.

However, at that moment Hermione pushed her finger to his lips. Looking up at him, she smiled sweetly.

"All is fair in love and war."

With that, she spun around on her heel, and exited the classroom.

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