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Torment Completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 31713 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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A/N: I know, I’m late again. On top of work, I had to prepare myself… tomorrow I’m travelling to Vienna. My friend and my honey gifted me a ticket to Vienna ComiCon 2017.
@BlackRose "It's about time Hermione shocked Severus!" - he isn+t one easy to shock, but she tit manage it :), "Now I just wonder what she will see and do. As well as wondering who he will think about while taking care of his "problem." " - I hope this chapter answers those questions ;)
To avoid further confusion:
Italic - Past, memories
‘Single quotation mark’ - inner monologue, thoughts
“double quotation mark” - actual speech
She peeked through the keyhole and moved back swiftly, frowning. He was still in the same position, and things seemed… unchanged. Maybe she didn’t see correctly? That certainly merited for one more peek. Of course, if she is decent enough just to check and focus on his face.
Taking a slow, deliberate breath he turned to the keyhole again. His face was almost angry, that confused her to no end. Why would he be angry? His hand moved slowly and she held her breath, biting her lip. She really shouldn’t be doing this.
She moved again. Blinking. He seemed either not thrilled with what she did or not quite there yet. She sighed. Well, there was no way around it, she has to look again. For the briefest of a moment, she paused to consider why is she doing all this? He was still weak and she left him alone. She nodded to herself. Yes, that was it. There was no chance that she had any other motif. And no, she most assuredly was not interested in him. with a small pang of guilt, she grudgingly admitted to herself that there was some curiosity about the act. But that didn’t go deeper than that.
Sometimes she did feel like she was missing on one huge part of life, especially in comparison to her peers. It wasn’t a bad thing on its own, and she did prefer this way, most of the time. But it was a gaping hole in her life. In the school, she had her grades, and she did her best to contribute and keep Harry and Ron alive. Her entire experience consisted of few awkward snogging session with Krum and one rather unpleasant tumble in the cot after he returned. It was clumsy, painful and not satisfying by far. She justified her lap in judgement with life-and-death situation they were in... and her long and futile crush on Ron.
She really didn’t have much to go on. It’s not like she had an abundance of opportunities. She wasn’t good looking like Ginny with her lush red hair. She was not willowy like Luna. Not even breasty like Lavender. She had – brains. Guys didn’t like smart girls and especially smart and not good looking girls. It seemed that they were intimidated by her. Not just boys, even grown men… they either run away or dismissed her. Apart from Krum, no one shown any real interest in her. Even Ron, all he wanted to snog and talk about Quidditch, making excuses when she wanted to talk about her interests.
No, she was not interested in Snape, but at least he didn’t shrink from talking with her. She owed him for that if for nothing else. She couldn’t just abandon him. Besides, if he could peer into her shirt…she had right to peek through the keyhole. Right? She frowned again. And it isn’t even if she is doing same as he did – she is just taking care of him. lulling herself in the decision that she will focus on his face she moved with determination.
Hermione stayed true to her word and focused on his face. It wasn’t her fault, that from vantage point of view first that came to her site were his feet, then his body and finally his face at the end.
Looking at him she bit her lower lip. He switched hands… a lot. Did all guys do that or is it due to the lack of strength? His pace was slow and he still had a pinched expression on his face. Digging through her memory, she was sure that the girls in her room talked about the change in rhythm, speeding up and hand cramps. She frowned. Perhaps she can give a light massage to his hands during this evening bath? As an apology of sorts.
His face changed expression. Relaxed and his jaw slightly slack. Low sound, akin to quiet groan deep in his throat, fled from his parted lips. His toes curled… She blinked.
‘Well, that was…messy. Is it always like that?’
She pulled back, shifting to lean her back against the wall. Narrowing her eyes at the thought. Tilting her head she let a long breath accompanied by the sound of confusion. What to do now? It isn’t like she can go into the room. She could, but… She didn’t think this through. He couldn’t use his magic and if she walks in – it would be highly embarrassing on both sides. The fact that she didn’t know, well, of course, she did know basics but she didn’t think it would be this… messy.
“Misty!” she called as loud as she dared
“What Missy want now?”
“Ummm…could you…ask one of male hose elves… to… errr….help…”
“Misty will.”
“Yes, well…you see…he is…it is…”
“Misty being house elf. Misty took care of Master Snape for years. Misty will.” Stubborn look on Misty’s face didn’t leave room for argument
“Right. Can you…ummm… not tell him that I sent you?” she stuttered
“This time – yes.” Elf tilted her head and blinked at Hermione “Missy would be a good rent-a-elf if she learns to keep her nose out of Masters business. And her eyes. And her ears.”
Hermione blinked. This was closest to any sort of approval she ever received from grumpy elf.
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Severus frowned. All the musings and thinking won’t help him now. He was counting on her self-righteous meddling know-it-all pushy ways. What she did leave him stunned, not to mention in a particularly nasty prediction. He could either call for help or help himself. Cursing his bad luck which saddled him with…her. Suddenly, with the painful clarity, he recalled all the times he caught her after curfew… She was either in the library or practising in some deserted classroom. WIth all fornication he witnessed as a teacher, during his rounds, she was the only one that he never caught with a boy. Potter and Weasley didn’t count if he caught her with them it as another problem altogether. From all lust driven dunderheads that surrounded him for years... he had to get stuck with only one that was painfully unaware of the situation he was in. She just didn’t understand or think about effort demanded of him.
In all honesty, he didn’t indulge like this for years. There simply wasn’t any need for it. Seventeen years to be precise. When Lily died something inside of him broke off, rendering him incapable. Incapable of happiness, not that he knew how to be happy before that. Rendering him impotent, not that he had complaints. Now, he wondered how he’s going to solve this problem. Not only that he was…out of practice but out of strength as well.
With a disgruntled sigh, he slowly moved his hand and curled the fingers around the reanimated appendage. Only too late he remembered that besides physical labour he will need at least part of his brain engaged. The problem was – what to think about or whom? Lily was out of the question for more than one reason, especially now. and he didn’t really have a substitute. He could have predicted that Granger will leave him to drown, he should have – but he didn’t. of course Narcissa, he didn’t even pause to reconsider, she belonged to Lucius.
He could have used the female from his dreams. Those dreams were responsible for more than few flicks of Granger’s wand. She could have just flicked her wand and put him out of his misery. His hand hurt, his arm muscles trembled aching distractingly. He switched hands setting a slow pace. In this tempo, he’ll need time. And he had no desire for her to stumble on him in this…
Anger flared in him. She was to blame for the entire mess. Forcing his mind to focus on the dream girl. It wasn’t someone with a face. No, he saw her as a silhouette with detail here and there, but she had no face, no distinguishable features. His dreams weren’t even erotic. Mostly he dreamed about them talking, covering various topics. He blamed Granger for that too. She would jump from topic to topic. No wonder those two idiots followed her around with baffled expressions. He would have the same expression if he was anyone else. He was glad to have at least someone, even imaginary to think about.
The female was talking, waving her hands in the air. She stuck a quill in her hair, continuing with an animated explanation. The tip of the feather tickled the tip of her ear. And only that small patch of skin was what he could see, everything else presented as a shadow. He wished that he could replace that feather with his lips and tongue. He would trail light kisses over the sensitive skin behind her ear. Just before the hairline, down to her neck. He would avoid the pulsing vein and lick and nip the soft skin with his lips until she would squirm and beg for more, arching her back, pushing her chest up.
She had nice breasts. Not the big ones… He wasn’t one of the men who liked female breasts big enough to be considered a weapon. No! He liked when women had nice, palm-size breasts. His dream girl did. Two soft globes, covered with fine robes, that would fill his hand just so. He would tease her until she would offer herself to him. He could practically taste her skin on his tongue, sweet and calming, blend of chamomile and lavender with just a hint of orange blossoms.
Try as he may, he couldn’t suppress the groan entirely. Heat licking his skin is insides before dissipating leaving him in the state of soft glowing haze. Now, this he did forgot. The shooting emptiness after orgasm. The moment when universe stilled. When his brain still leaving him to float and bask in a sea of calmness. Dulling the pain, blocking out the outside world and annoying Granger menace.
His arms muscles screamed in pain. Returning him rather abruptly to reality. He also forgot how untidy it was. And he had no magic or strength to clean up. This was an alarming and rude return to reality. He had no other option but to wait for someone to enter the room. He could call Granger, but he won’t. With a little luck Draco…
“Misty is here Master Snape.” Elf popped next to the bed
With a snap of her knobby fingers, she cleaned him.
“Master can be in this state when Missy gets in room.” Misty reasoned with herself, snapping her fingers again. He had clean pyjama bottoms and cover over him once more.
“Thank you, Misty.”
“Master don’t need to thank, but Master need to call for Misty. Missy don’t need dirty ideas about Master.” Grumbled elf and popped out.
Sometimes, he was lucky beyond the merits of reason, despite his fate. With a tired satisfied grin, he sank into light slumber.
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