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What can go wrong? completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15096 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fan fiction. Harry Potter is owned by J.K. Rowling. This story is purely for entertainment purposes, no money is being made from it.

Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Complicated
- 3-Interesting
- 4-Kitten
- 5-Gratification
- 6-Openness
- 7-Revenge
- 8-Promising
- 9-Lesson
- 10-Looney
- 11-Naked
- 12-Up-side-down
- 13-Breath-taking
- 14-Insights
- 15-Irreparable
- 16-Thrill
- 17-Tight
- 18-Shift
- 19-Tapping
- 20-Discomforting
- 21-Skin-deep
- 22-Intense
- 23-Knotted
- 24-Pivot
- 25-Bridle
- 26-Redefining
- 27-Quell
- 28-Fushion
- 29-Essentials
- 30-Interlace
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A/N: 28.03.2018.
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Gratification

She couldn’t keep her eyes off him; Severus Snape after orgasm was a spellbinding sight. Tight muscles trembled slightly under the skin, his face was serene, his jaw relaxed. When he opened his eyes, she was lost in them - black and deep as the darkest hour of the night, full of mist. She shivered at the sound of his voice, velvety and low; it rolled over her skin smooth and rich like hot caramel, tickling her senses.
Hermione felt strangely satisfied, accomplished.
Gods, what’s wrong with me?
‘He is yummy.’ Reluctantly, she had to agree with the Voice. Knowing that she could reduce a man like Snape to a shivering pile of boneless goo coursed through her veins like a powerful potion or a drug. The sight of him in the moment of orgasm was something she might get addicted to, too easily.
He was still breathing irregularly, his eyes were steady, they'd lost their depth, resembling twin obsidian mirrors. She’d been able to see her reflection in them, but nothing more.. Fascinated, Hermione observed the dance of his muscles as he pushed himself into a sitting position and finally, turned his gaze to her.
“Time to play.” Severus chuckled. His voice made her mouth water. “Switch places with me, Kitten.”
He moved and she crawled to the headboard, reclining on the pillows in half-sitting position. He turned to her, laying on his side, one hand bend to support his head.
He was most certainly a man of extremes. In school he’d always dressed up, almost as if he was wearing an armour made of fabric; now, he was completely nude. One thing did stay the same about him: he still moved and did everything he did with an air of confidence and nonchalance.
She was tight from anticipation. Her eyes darted to his lips, roaming over his body, then to his lips again. He chuckled.
“There’ll be none of that. If you don’t remember, let me remind you - you gave me carte blanche to make the curriculum plan….”
She nodded, swallowing. Gods, what did I agreed to?
”Since you did nothing to learn, a fact that I find highly intriguing: Hermione Granger deciding that she doesn’t want to learn and experiment—”
“I did…”
“Books are useful Miss Granger, but only up to a point, and they can’t be a substitute for practical—hands-on, so to say—experience. And since you lack in the hands on knowledge department, today we are going to learn a bit more about - the body.”
Oh, Gods! She was shivering. He hadn’t even touched her, but his voice caressed every inch of her skin - penetrating deep into the pores and making her drip with anticipation and excitement. She fought to keep her breathing under control. His eyes were half-lidded, his posture relaxed but when he spoke next, his low voice had the same note of detached indifference, as he did when teaching a very boring lecture. It still made her shiver.
“In all the books you’ve read, and I have no doubt that you did read all you could get your hands on, what are the erogenous zones of the human body? Skip the obvious from the ‘for Dummies’ manual.”
She blinked. Her mind was blank and he sighed.
“Do you remember my first-year speech for Potions?”
“Senses ensnared…” She whispered and he nodded approvingly.
“What can be the cause of that?...”
She caught her breath to answer.
“In bed…” He added and she almost giggled, she couldn’t remember what potions could do that to save her life, not at this moment.
“Various factors.” This was books knowledge, I can do that. ”Touch, smell, vocal stimulus…”
“Stop. You sound like a textbook manual. Correct but clinical. Passion and carnal pleasure are like a finely brewed potion. They demand patience, timing and right ingredients, in this case, sight, vocal stimulus and touch.”
Her breath hitched, painfully stuck in her chest.
“By extracting one sense, sight, for example, we can amplify the other senses.”
Her eyes widened.
“We won’t do that… Now.”
His hand finally moved towards her and swarm of unhappy bees returned. She shivered even though the room was beyond hot. He only touched her with his fingertips, but she felt electrified.
“Please, continue to talk…” Is that me?
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Severus chuckled. Watched her shivering. Her eyes open so wide, if she opened them even a bit more, they could just pop out. She’s licked her lips, eyes dazed. No, he won’t make this easier on her. He won’t give her what she wants when she wants. She was his toy and he is going to play with her as he sees fit.
The irony of the situation wasn’t lost on him. His brain, still high from the pleasure, was keenly aware of his past. Two years ago, he wouldn’t have been able to give her this ‘lecture’; two years ago, he was… He nearly frowned at the memory. Two years ago, he was - her. Now, things were much different. He wondered how much she’d really learned from the books. Where she was all theory, he was closing his eyes and testing everything, exploring… In a way, this was the knowledge that could be only transferred from one to another. No amount of reading could help.
He chuckled again.
His fingers touched her ear, travelling from the top to the juncture with her yaw, fluttering lightly behind the ear, over the soft skin that lead to the hairline. Fingers returned to her jawand followed the contours of her features: the cheekbones, the small, button-like nose, the arches of her neat eyebrows. Gliding along the line of her full lips.
She was squirming, trying to lay still, grabbing fistfuls of bed covers, thighs rubbing one against the other. Those were all small details he noticed, the same way that he noticed goosebumps erupting all over her. But more than anything else, he could feel her. Every touch that gave her pleasure, he could sense on his skin, on the same spot. He could feel the sensation, intensity and effect. The sensation was something quite new and as far as he knew, uncharted territory for any male.
She begged him to keep talking, but he wanted her to concentrate on the tactile sensitivity, for her sake as much as his. Making a mental note to document more detailed impressions as soon as possible, he slid his fingers to her lips.
“Shhhhhh, just focus on my touch. Exclude everything else.”
She nodded but her eyes told him how disappointed she was.
Taking a deep breath, he feathered his fingers over her neck, lingering on the pulsating vein. Her heart drummed in strong, fluttering beats. She sighed and closed her eyes, angling her head, exposing her neck to the touch. The odd tingling sensation - between tickling and an almost unpleasant pressure at the same time, made his skin hum, shooting straight to his lower stomach in small electric impulses.
His head was fuzzy, not muddy by the curse, but he suspected that it was simply the same sensation she had, a slow build of arousal. Interesting. He continued to explore, caressing down her collarbones. The sensation was pleasant, but not in a way he expected, it was almost shooting. She moaned, quiet sound ripped from her throat. He repeated the move and she arched to his touch. What does she feel that I’m missing.
He sat and her eyelashes fluttered, he crooned.
“Don’t open your eyes, focus on the touch.”
Dragging his fingers over every inch of her arms and hands, he mapped the sensitive spots and ticklish parts. He returned to the collarbones, and slid to her breasts, circling from outside toward her nipples. She whimpered and arched, but he never touched her nipples.
Her abdomen was sensitive but ticklish, in an unpleasant way. Her thighs were the minefield of tactile sensitiveness. She was moaning and trembling, soft tendrils of building orgasm travelled to his-her core, adding to the pressure with every light touch. The inner part of her knees, ankles and tendons sent sharp pangs of electric, tight feeling that melted sweet like hot taffy, spiking the ever-growing stream.
“Turn to your stomach,” he rasped, voice gravelly and slightly out of breath.
She obeyed him and he continued to explore her back. Her back was sensitive and there was no piece of skin that didn’t make her mewl and gasp. He had an almost irresistible need to arch his back under the intensity of need. Slightly scraping his nails over the dip in her lower back made her pant loudly and hiss, mumbling incoherently. Her shoulders and neck — they had direct pathway to the spot between the legs.
He was breathing hard now, struggling for air under the almost choking sensation. Few spots on her body ached, he turned her to back again, she didn’t try to open her eyes. Lightly brushing over the cupped peaks of her nipples, hard and pointed - the tremors of excitement jigged in his stomach. He squeezed lightly pointed peaks, rolling them and surge of electric, radiant need forced him to bite his lower lip, to prevent himself from gasping. She was mewling, sighing the stream of soft ‘please’ over and over again.
He played with her nipples, increasing pressure, pulling them lightly or just barely touching them. Enjoying the pallet of sensations, while a coil was tightening in the pit of the stomach and between his legs. His, still soft, member twitched and his balls jolted now and then, the pressure in the lower back was - sweet torture could describe the feeling - pleasant and unpleasant, pushing the coil of the need to tighten more.
She cried a frustrated note, her hips arched and danced in the air. Moving to the position between her legs, he hooked his fingers at the band of her panties and looked at her.
“May I?” his voice was no more but a hoarse whisper.
“Oh, Gods! Stop torturing me! I need….” Bed covers wrinkled around them, he chuckled and removed her panties. The scent of her arousal filled his nostril.
He looked at her neatly trimmed mound and grinned, brushing fingers over the short hairs. Her hips bucked and twitched, her sighs filled the surrounding air. He knew what she needed. If nothing else she was maybe the only female on this planet who came with step by step manual. She bucked again when he touched her and he pressed one hand lightly over her mound, pushing her to lay on the bed, feeling the muscles under his fingers twitch.
She smelled sweet and musky, his mouth watered. Nope, not now. For now, just touch and nothing more. Slightly parting her lips, he sighed, their insides were red from pooled blood and slick, with a glistening coat. His jaw audibly creaked when he forced himself once again not to bury his face in her. With one finger, he traced a line from her mound to the entrance. She mumbled incoherently and moaned, her stomach muscles fluttering beneath his other palm.
Her clitoris was already swollen and sticking out proudly. He circled it with his finger, applying pressure on it occasionally. The need was almost painful, from one side she was so close, but from other, she needed more. He debated with himself what to do, but in the end, curiosity got the best of him. He continued to play with her clitoris, gently easing one finger inside her. She moaned ‘Yesssssss’ her body begged or more. Carefully he added another finger. Her muscles choked his fingers.
He felt t every muscle on his body was strained to the point of breaking. The same feeling of pressure was there again. He lightly parted his fingers and curled them towards her front wall, grinning at the wet sound when he moved them. Keeping the tempo, he fought to stay silent - he had a hard task keeping in check not only his own need but her as well. Double sensation retaliated in a form of almost compelling need to give her what she needs in the moment she needed.
Allowing himself to lose the battle against the urge, he moved his fingers faster, nudging them against her front wall, rubbing the spot that made the stars danced in front of his eyes. Suddenly she tightened every muscle she had, arching her back. The fireworks ignited in his belly and travelled up his spine to the brain. He hissed at the odd sensation. So far, every time he’d experienced her orgasm, they were engaged in intercourse, but now… Now, he was still flaccid, and only his fingers were in danger of being broken by the powerful ripples of her snatch.
She was still beyond the grasp of reality. He slowly pulled out his fingers, and licked them. Mmmmm, she IS sweet. Tastes like rich meadow honey. He would enjoy this toy so much, his toy. The low throb of need returned, ticking in his groin. Bloody Merlin’s balls. He touched her clitoris and she moaned, a needy throaty moan, pleading for more. With a grin, he returned his fingers in her tight and swollen honey pot.
Covers around them wrinkled more, creating the moat around them carrying a stream of ‘Oh Gods, Yessss, Please, Don’t Stop’.
Her heat and muscles grabbed his fingers, his lower abdomen clenched from empty need. Pumping his fingers with more force this time, he bit his lip hard, her orgasm building like a hurricane. This time it didn’t take long before light exploded in front of his eyes. By the taste of copper in his mouth, he could tell that he’d bitten through the skin to prevent sound escaping his lips.
A pulsating feeling in his stomach warned him that she was hungry for more. But if this continued much longer he would be ready to fuck her through the mattress and floor probably. Not now. I control the game. Not waiting for her to descend again, he added another finger, carefully, and she purred something incoherent. His fingers would be pruned. When he moved them in and out, the sloshing sound was got, louder.
Not that he had anything against it.
Interesting and more interesting.
The feeling of rising orgasm was almost suffocating, and he had to remind himself to breathe, wondering if she was having the same problem as he. He started to feel little lightheaded. The pressure was overwhelming and built up steadily in every muscle and bone. Eyeing her, he worried how’ she was dealing with the sensation -but Hermione was a picture of abandon, her face glorious in the tension of impending rapture.
Magic crackled in the air around them, causing the air condition unit to switch off and on. He felt like a tightly wired coil, ready to snap at any second. His hand moved fast, fingers curled to her front wall, but her hips dance, surging to meet his thrusts. He started to wonder who is the toy in this scenario? Her walls rippled around his fingers. She screamed a raw, primal scream. He could hear himself grunting loudly when all the pent-up tension exploded in a searing white light that scorched nerves. A gush of liquid coated his hand, spilling like someone literally broke the dam.
Magic pulsated around them, live and palpable, caressing and engulfing them. She looked at him with dozy, heavy eyes and whispered in a cracked voice,
“Marvellous, thank you.” Before she simply dozed off.
Severus grinned, he was drained and energised all at once. Tossing a light cover over her body, he tried to stagger to the bathroom. An unexpected yank reminded him that he couldn’t go far while she was sleeping. He climbed into the bed next to her, looking in front of himself, his mind reeling.
He was reluctant to think about the past but now, he felt almost compelled. Sex never played a big part in his life, in the bluntest meaning of that word. To think that he came—from what he was, to who he is now— bordered on surreal. He was confident that he could give her pleasure, this was, after all, ‘his thing’ - wasn’t it?
Two months after he settled into his new home, he was withdrawn and secluded. His only friend was eyeing him over a cup of strong and aromatic coffee.
“You need to relax, Severus,”
He winced at the mention of his name.
“Find a hobby. Something - anything. Did you try with sex? I find it extremely liberating.”
“Miss Lovegood!” He was nearly scandalised with her statement.
“Luna. How long are you going to call me Miss Lovegood?”
“Very well - Luna! I really do not think that is appropriate…”
“I disagree. We are friends and good ones at that. What else are friends for than to share? They share good and bad, and especially their hunting stories.” Her blue eyes looked calm and indifferent as always “There is nothing I don’t know about you already, remember. So, did you check out some handsome lady in the neighbourhood already?”
“I’ve barely left the house.” Severus sighed, he knew a lost battle when he saw one. There was no winning when Miss... when Luna was like this.
“Mhh, and how do you think you’ll get laid if you sit in your house?”
“I didn’t. I don’t.” He sighed. At that point Luna was his friend. The closest friend he’d ever had. Not that he knew how real friendship worked. So he decided to overcome his initial discomfort and take her word for it.
What do I have to lose? “I do not have a need to copulate or reproduce.”
“Who said anything about reproduction?! We are not animals Severus. We are - but not in that department. Humans use sex for pleasure, not for reproduction.”
“I beg to differ.” He countered thinking bitterly about the sea of students he had to teach each year - for years. To him, sex did serve the exactly for that purpose - to reproduce and multiply. Or possibly, it was the way wizarding community tried to torture him.
“Yeah, for reproduction too, but that is just a small part.” said Luna rolling her eyes. “Most humans do use sex for pleasure, as a form of stress relief and of course, for marketing.”
“How do you know so much about muggle world? Not to mention…” He stopped. Until recently she was still his student, it was not in his nature to be this open or lead this kind of conversation with anyone, least of all ex-student.
“Sex - the word is sex, and it won’t bite if you say it.” She grinned at him, and he briefly wondered just how much war did change her. “To answer your question, after the sixth year, when Harry, Ron and Hermione saved me from dungeons, I figured if I knew how to blend and function in Muggle world maybe I wouldn’t be caught, or my father…” Her eyes were lost and distant, underlining hardness in them pained him, it shouldn’t be there, it didn’t belong to girl like Luna. She blinked and waved her hand with airy smile. “Well, never mind, it is in the past. I discovered that Muggle world is much more accepting to my - peculiarities - in fact, all of them, more than the wizarding world ever was.”
“Luna…” He started but stopped when she shook her head, and looked at him with a smile, returning stubbornly to the previous topic.
“You do know about the ‘birds and the bees’.” she teased.
“I am familiar with basic mechanics.” He cleared his throat uncomfortably.
“I didn’t ask you to bake the bread or build a bridge.” She rolled her eyes again. He started to feel like the rolles had switched, and that he was the idiotic and thick one - unable to understand the simplest of things. He didn’t like the feeling. “Okkkkkkayyyyyy.” Sighed Luna and in the voice more becoming to some therapist than a friend asked. ”What are your preferences?”
He was just blinking at her, confused and lost. He wanted to say Lily but words just died before they reached his throat, so he just stared at her uncomfortably.
“Well it is time to find out, don’t you think? Friday evening, I’m taking you to the club and I’m not taking ‘no’ for an answer.” Luna smiled sweetly at him but her voice held a definitive note.
And that was it - she took him to the club. The one, then the other. For the next six months, he was trying to find what is his ‘thing’ as Luna parsed it. First, he bought books, every book he could think of, both, Muggle and magical. Fast he realised that this was one thing where books were just an aid but nothing more.
He followed Luna from club to club, some regular, some very exclusive and some anything but regular. Luna proved to be so different from that dreamy little girl from school - she was strong, resourceful and unfazed by the opinion of others.
He tried everything. Well, everything that didn’t turn his stomach up-side-down, there were borders he didn’t want to cross. He discovered quite a bit about himself in the process. On Luna’s insistence, they enrolled in a course at one of surprisingly many elite erotic clubs. It appeared to him that the world of sensual pleasure had many niches, and anyone could find his space if he looked hard enough. The course in which they both enrolled was in the D/S domain, he was good in both fields if you could trust their instructor. But it wasn’t ‘his thing’, unlike Luna who found herself in a certain position, much to his surprise.
For him, sex was still just a simple mechanic, temporarily satisfying but not gratifying. He even tried men, questioning his preferences. He discovered he wasn’t opposed to the male company, just very specific. And still, even that was not his ‘thing’. Severus grinned again, remembering.
”She is the one who can crown you or destroy you, Severus. I put a good word for you, don’t embarrass me.” Luna winked mockingly on their way from the disco club they were frequenting “When she’ coming?”
“Tomorrow night.”
“Now, fair warning, she’s not easy to satisfy, very few guys pass her test.”
“Understood.”
Like everything in his life, even this was not simple.
Tomorrow was one of those days, at the time he had quite of few of them - the day when he was barely willing to move. He didn’t know how to contact the girl and reschedule. When she turned up, only his promise to Luna forced him to let her in his house.
Trying to figure out what to do, he finally took upon himself to make her orgasm, not quite willing to be an equal participant or be touched at all. Luna warned him that the girl was difficult to satisfy and he took it as a challenge, the prime focusing point, and he apparently had some talent - he didn’t make her orgasm, he made her scream her throat raw.
Finally, he’d found ‘his thing’.
What he loved was to make them orgasm. Sure, he didn’t mind being on the receiving end of pleasure, and sex was still a good way to pass time, but he was lacking the understanding of why it was such big ‘hoopla’. However, he loved to make them scream, to lose themselves in his arms. Their mewling was the gratification he was looking for, an instant recognition of his skill and worth.
That was after eight or ten months since he moved to Muggle world. Ever since then he made a point not to build any attachments, he never slept with the same girl twice. He never invited them to his home twice. He wasn’t interested in their emotions, only in what he could get from them. And they still lined up, waiting to be plucked.
He kept his interests separate, taking good care not to mix up clubs and preferences. Luna arranged for him a membership in one of the elite erotic clubs and he ventured there when the mood struck him. But mostly he frequented in the same nightclub, and build quite a reputation for himself. But in overall, sex was still more pastime than satisfaction, in the sense that others described it, almost like a bland meal. And that was the case until - until two days ago.
He idly wondered if the magical discharge was a common occurrence when one was a witch, not that he could remember. Or was it the consequence of the curse, in the same way the double sensation was. Whatever it was, he was determined to enjoy while it lasted. Sex was finally gratifying and he finally understood what Luna was trying to tell him all this time. Well, he owed her apology along with a bottle of Napoleon. This was a unique opportunity and he wouldn’t let it slip.
This little witch was a delicacy and he planned to enjoy her as much as he could. Unexpected, and certainly not smart, but from the magical world, the world he abandoned, fate just landed the most gratifying experience in his life.
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
The phone rang, wrenching him from slumber. He called it into his palm and it fizzed across the room.
“Potter?... Ah, Mr Weasley... Yes, she is here... Still sleeping, we were both sleeping, Mr Weasley.” He glanced at the witch by his side, she was facing him looking serene. “In the bed, Mr Weasley - most civilised people use the bed for sleeping… Actually no, in the same bed.” Severus drawled; a poisonous smile appeared on his lips. “I have every right, Mr Weasley... But of course I do, if you check public records you will see that we are in fact married. More than that, bonded... No problem, if you wait just one second, I’ll wake her up.” Severus grinned, a grin worthy of Cheshire cat, leaving the phone so Ron could hear every word he gently caressed Hermione’s cheek, purring.
“Sweetie… Wake up, sleepy head. There’s my girl.” She opened her eyes full of golden flakes and looked at him. “Ronald Weasley is on the phone and wants to talk to you.” She shook her head emphatically, her eyes lost the golden cast and widened in fearful expression “No? Very well, return to sleep then.” She smiled and curled next to him, nuzzling at his side, he returned to the phone.
“Mr Weasley, my wife does not want to talk to you.” He listened to gagging, incoherent noises, biting inside of his cheek to prevent laughter. Another voice echoed from the background. The voice on the other side changed “Ah, Potter... No, I did not call, Mr Weasley did... She is fine, tired and sleeping... I re-applied protective runes, it is not easy or painless process Mr Potter... Mr Potter, I would appreciate if you take the time to explain the situation to Mr Weasley so we can avoid these kinds of mishaps in the future... If I may suggest, it would be prudent to have your wife, Bill Weasley and designated St. Mungo’s healer waiting for us... Miss Granger willneed a friend, Bill and Healer can start to work on the solution of the problem right away... Goodbye Mr Potter, we will see each other tomorrow.”
Hermione opened her eyes and looked at him, whispering one soft and dozy. “Thank you.”
“I can help you, Miss… Kitten, but you must tell me what is going on.”
She just shook her head and snuggled next to him. Oh, yes. This fiasco turned out to be gratifying in more ways than he could hope for.
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