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Spa Day	By : FieryPhoenix Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10554 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: All characters and HP names, scenes etc belong to their creator – J.K. Rowling. I make no money for this and write only to satisfy my own desire to pen my thoughts and imaginings.

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Disclaimer: I do not own any of these characters or the Harry Potter World at large. The story line portrayed herein is, however, all mine. It came from the dark recesses of my mind when I was gifted with a Spa Day of my very own. Minus the gorgeous Potion Master of course. Because he lives inside J.K. Rowling's world - not mine. Alas!!
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Hermione walked absentmindedly into the office, barely noticing her surroundings. She put her satchel down on the side of her functional yet sturdy desk and turned to open the windows, allowing the light spring breeze to cool the room. She stood there gazing out at the cloudless sky yet not really seeing anything. Her mind was still firmly back in her bed where she had woken from a delicious dream. Disturbingly delicious. She sighed and rested her head on the side wall of the alcove window. “I didn’t realise women could do that.” She mused to herself as her mind replayed the still extremely vivid dream that had her groaning herself awake in ecstasy.
She smiled up at her mystery lover, his pale face shrouded in dark shadow s as his hands rested either side of her head. Reaching up to caress his face she felt his inky strands slipping like satin over her fingers, felt his breath caress the space between her fingers as he turned his head to plant a soft kiss on the inside of her wrist. He shifted his weight to his elbow to free up a hand… a hand that painstakingly slowly meandered over her collarbone, down between her breasts leaving them yearning for his touch and further down; lightly tickling her belly button and then further still to dance through her curls and finally, oh yes, finally coming to rest on her lust-swollen labia. She groaned and subtly thrust her hips up, her body demanding more of his physical attention. She could make out the fire flashing in his dark eyes yet when she tried to focus on his features his face swam away in a blur of pleasure as his supple digit stroked around her clitoris gently, gently and then with a firmer pressure round and round driving her crazy with wanting. Her head went back, oh yes, she needed this – needed him to bring her the ecstasy she knew was waiting for them both just… there…. Oh yes!
His soft exhalation over her skin make her shiver in delight as he slid two fingers slowly, so slowly up into her. Her inner muscles tensed around his languorous fingers and they both felt it; the intense yearning to feel him replace his fingers with the real deal. Their matching moans and sighs filled the silent room as she reached for him. He raised his face to hers, coming closer to kiss her as his throbbing organ pulsed against the apex of her thighs.
As she closed her eyes to receive both his kisses and his cock she felt the pressure sweeping up from her toes and rushing through her body into her head. She woke to find her inner muscles clenching futilely at nothing as she orgasmed harder than she ever had in reality.
Now she stood here, flushed with the memory. She closed her eyes and turned to face the wall, softly banging her head repeatedly against the wall. “Pull yourself together before Ginny gets here” she mumbled out loud.
“Too late!” She heard the lascivious grin in Ginny’s voice and slowly opened one eye to find Ginny reclining at her desk, her feet up on the blotter as she slowly ate a punnet of early strawberries that Harry had gotten for her from Neville Longbottom’s Greenhouse Greengrocer store. Hermione closed her eyes again, feeling the flush warm her face and her pulse racing with the memory of her dream.
Swallowing visibly she pulled herself upright and stalked over to her own desk, trying hard to ignore the triumphant glint and matching smirk on her friend’s smug face.
“Have a good night?” Ginny leered at her, casually selecting another strawberry as she snuck a glance up at her best friend through her strawberry blonde lashes. “Anything you care to share with me?”
Hermione choked on her morning tea that always appeared on her desk as she sat down courtesy of the house elves employed by the Spa (of course they were all free elves, they worked for the princely salary of 3 knuts a year and one day off after Dobby negotiated Hermione down from a monthly wage and rotating hours).
“Wh.. What are you talking about?” She looked around for a tissue to clear up the spilled tea with and looked up as Ginny’s hand appeared in her peripheral vision offering her the soft Kleenex. Ginny had moved swiftly and silently across the office to perch on the edge of Hermione’s desk.
Hermione jumped in alarm, “Geez Ginny! I’ve told you before not to sneak up on me like that!”
Ginny just leered at her before sitting back and smiling softly. “Now tell me what has you so flustered Hermione. I haven’t seen you this nervous since school days when you and Harry and Ron would be planning to sneak out.”
Hermione’s brain raced as she tried to think of a way out of telling Ginny the finer details of her dream. She knew her friend’s penchant for exploring her life and was positive that something big would be made of it. “I just had a rather vivid erm, dream this morning,” She tried to reply in an offhanded manner “it was disturbing really as it repeated itself each time in more detail at least 3 times through the night.”
Ginny’s eyes widened at the thought and made a mental note to stock up on the unique dream potion for next time Harry was out of town.
Before Ginny could pull more detail from Hermione they were interrupted by a hooting at the window. A large bevvy of birds darkened the windowsill – carrying between them an awkwardly shaped parcel. The two witches ran over to the window where Hermione had stood just moments before to help the fowls. At the front of the pack, hooting possessively was a pair of their own Spa owls. Helping them were a rather odd assortment of birds – tawny Barn owls, a couple of pure white Snowy owls that reminded Hermione painfully of Hedwig - Harry’s owl - from their Hogwarts days. Smaller owls of all sizes and colours were also hopping up and down intermingled with sparrows, robins and even a rather odd looking Woodpecker, their excited hooting sounding much more like the excited twittering of baby birds than dignified postal birds. Off to the side a majestic jet black raven stood still with two scrolls tied to its leg – clicking his beak impatiently at the 14 birds by his side as if he felt responsible for his motley crew of assistants.
Ginny giggled in delight – she found the littler birds to be quite amusing. Hermione reached her hand out towards the raven for the scroll but quickly snatched it back when the bird gave a warning peck near her fingers and hopped over to Ginny. As he extended his leg out for Ginny to relieve him of his notes, he warily eyed Hermione as if to ensure she would not interfere.
Ginny’s giggling subsided and her eyes grew larger as she read the note. After spinning around to grab a quill and pen a quick response she gave the second scroll back to the raven and nodded at him. He spread his wings and gracefully took off without so much as a glance backwards to the other birds now hopping about on the windowsill like a crowd of excited toddlers at a sugared up birthday party.
After sending the birds to their private owlry for a rest and a snack, the friends heaved the heavy box up onto the sill and over onto Hermione’s desk. Ginny used her wand to spell the tape and wrappings off and as the box opened, the two stared at each other for a brief moment and then back down at the contents of the box.
Vial after vial of assorted potions filled more than half the box, with gels, lotions and a few oddly shaped objects filling the rest of the box. As they lifted out the contents, the box deepened on its own to reveal the next layer. This deepening happened 4 times and the top of Hermione’s desk was quickly covered with still more to be unpacked!
“Ginny? What on earth is all of this?” Hermione enquired, picking up the vial closest to her and holding it up to the light to examine more closely the eye catching aquamarine potion that seemed to shimmer in the sunlight.
Ginny looked at Hermione and grinned, then showed her the parchment she had taken from the Raven barely an hour earlier. It had but a simple phrase on it written in a beautifully flowing script “Something to ensnare all of your senses until we meet again…”
Ginny blithely ignored Hermione’s obvious concentration on the handwriting and turn of phrase, “These are the samples of our new range my friend. Our potioneer has obviously been working day and night to get these ready for us! Each potion has a variety of types to match different skin tones and he wants us to test them before the final adjustments.”
Hermione was for once speechless. Finally she spoke, trying to sound casual, “So then, is this all of them?”
Ginny’s eyes sparkled as she held up a slightly larger tub with a primrose yellow lotion filling it to the brim.
“Nearly all of them,” Ginny answered offhandedly staring at the lotion as the colour seemed to shimmer and change before her eyes to a light orange hue. “The final one, the main attraction around which the entire range is based will be presented to us this Friday at 11am by our new Potions Master.”
Hermione nodded still overwhelmed by the sheer number of dainty sample jars and bottles. Eventually she looked up at Ginny and found her voice, “So I shall finally get to meet our new miracle worker then? For your sake Gin I hope he is as good as you say he is” For some unfathomable reason Ginny’s answering nod did little to quell the butterflies in her stomach. The butterflies turned to barn owls as Ginny tried to hide her laughter while speaking, “I suspect you will quite enjoy the sensual overload he has to offer. I doubt there are many wizards of his calibre around to so thoroughly ensnare the senses.”
Hermione paused – that was a rather unusual turn of phrase, and it sounded so familiar. Where on earth had she heard that before? For some reason her imagination repeated Ginny’s words in a deeper almost gravelly tone. She still couldn’t forget that delightful voice from the floo call the other day and with a start she realised that it was the voice her mystery lover had used to whisper the sultry words in her dreams the night before and to repeat Ginny’s words now in her head. Seeing Ginny staring at her with a barely disguised look of mirth, Hermione suddenly realised that this was all too convenient. Everything seemed interrelated but she wasn’t quite sure how. She was, however, not the brightest witch of her age for nothing and was determined to discover what Ginny was up to.
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A few hours later the fireplace lit up in a bright blue. It was the signal for an internal floo call from the reception area. “Visitor on his way up for Mrs Potter!” the woman sang out. “It’s that brooding dark one that has been here a few times.” She added in a dramatically lowered voice. At that Hermione’s head snapped up from the gel hand scrub she was testing on the back of her hand (it felt amazing by the way – even better than the skin softening oil she had earlier rubbed along her upper arm) and looked from the woman in the floo to Ginny and back.
The partners stared at each other and jumped up at the same time to race for the door. Hermione barely beat Ginny to the door determined to meet this man now and put an end to the silly game Ginny seemed intent on playing. She also wanted to meet the man and see if his voice was as incredible as she recalled. She flung open the door as a man stalked out of the lift doors deep in thought.
His steps faltered as his gaze lit on the spot where he had seen her in those damnable heels a few days earlier. Her. The one haunting his dreams his thoughts his every waking hour. “Merlin’s balls!” he swore softly to himself and stopped to quickly adjust himself below the waist. This woman was now interfering with his work as well – and he had never allowed that to happen, not even when he was a young Death Eater was a woman able to distract him like this. He stopped next to a small window in the passage and stared out without noticing the beautiful clear sky. His mind raced back to the dream he had woken to early this morning.
He didn’t have to close his eyes to recall the way she looked squirming in his bed underneath him as he planted hot open-mouthed kisses down the side of her neck. He could recall in minute detail how she gasped out his name and begged for more as he moved his hand over her soft skin teasing her by avoiding her hardened nipples. He remembered how she felt pulsing around his fingers, wantonly thrusting upwards in a silent plea for him to enter her and make her his.
He knew her voice – recognised it from the Floo call with Mrs Po – Ginny’s assistant or partner the other day. But no matter how hard he tried to concentrate he could not see her face clearly. He had even tried using a pensieve to view the dream memories - all four of them to no avail. Her face was always in shadows or obscured by the fog of lust and dreams.
He mentally shook himself and forced the delectable memories away to be dealt with later. Right now he was determined to see Ginny and demand that he meet this partner he would be presenting to tomorrow. It was imperative that he know who she is. It could change how he presented his findings. He tried to ignore the little inner voice that demanded his acknowledgement that he also demanded a face to put to the voice in his dreams.
As he strode forward again he sensed someone coming around the corner to meet him.
His hopes were dashed although his face remained impassive as he reached to shake Ginny’s welcoming hand. With an almost imperceptible nod of the head he turned to follow her as she showed him the way to where the presentation would take place.
“A massage room??” He could hear the incredulity increasing the volume of his voice. “You’re serious.” He stated bluntly staring at the witch while trying to figure out what she was up to.
Ginny was working hard to keep her cool. Going against these two intellectual giants made her long for the simple days of matchmaking and picking out ways to tease Harry. With a final nervous glance over her shoulder to convince herself that Hermione was not about to pounce on them she ushered him into the room and closed the door firmly.
“Yes, I’m serious. You should present here on a test subject on Friday,” she paused as if to consider her next words and with a shrug that seemed to indicate she was now all in continued, “have you ever received a massage Severus?”
Snape stared at her as though she were addled. “No Mrs Potter, I never had the privilege of having my neck and shoulders rubbed between playing Spy for two masters and trying to keep your husband and his errant little friends out of trouble.” He said with only the slightest bit of disdain in his voice.
“Well if you had you would know that the smells and touches are enhanced by the emotions of the witch, or wizard, receiving the treatment and please do return to calling me Ginny.” She paused for a breath, “Showcasing your amazing invention instead of just talking about it will create a masterful impression of your ability and the sheer genius of this product!”
Snape rubbed his long index finger over his pale lips and eventually spoke. “Alright Ginny, since you seem to have put so much thought into it, let’s do this your way. But I’d like to finalise my share of the residual sales on this item at 25 percent.”
“15 percent plus the large initial payment we originally discussed.” Ginny breathed an inward sigh of relief, this was just business – the difficult part was done. Tomorrow Snape and Hermione would meet and Ginny was positive that they would realise how perfect they were for each other – how they suited in every possible way.
As they concluded their negotiations and Ginny strolled back to the office she remembered that she needed to go rescue the poor assistant out at the garden poolhouse whom she had sent Hermione to in a desperate attempt to throw her off the track yet again with a hurriedly constructed story about the Potions Master meeting her there with the new sunscreen that guaranteed an even tan. Hermione had twisted on the spot and disappeared with a loud CRACK to beat Ginny there, and was now probably berating the bewildered pool boy about deliberately withholding information from her.
“Nah” she grinned evilly to herself as she sauntered back over to her desk to retrieve her strawberries. I’m sure Hermione will eventually discover that she missed meeting him again. As she bent back over her final plans for the next day she wondered how Snape was feeling about meeting her business partner.
Little did she know that he was hurrying back to his lab, his head filled with thoughts of the mysterious woman's sultry voice groaning as he massaged the dip in her lower back on the treatment table he had just seen.
Clearly it was going to be a long long night for both of them.
A/N – oooh I can’t wait for them to finally meet! Not long to wait now my lovely readers! Can you guess how the meeting will go? I bet you can’t! :D And to show me how excited you are to be at this halfway point - please leave a review if you have enjoyed my story thus far.
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