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Pleasure War	By : shsa0702 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 16842 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter. As much as I wish I did, JK Rowling (that wonderful genius) came up with it first. I make no monies of any sort.

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Hello all! First off, I want to apologize. I know that there has been an unacceptably long amount of time in between the last update and this one. I've been busy moving to a new area, starting a new school, and getting life back on track.

With that, I would just like to thank all of those who have remained faithful followers. I hope this chapter is reward enough. I have the next one a-cookin, and hopefully it will be up by the end of next week.

Until then, on with the story!

Severus was beside himself. To say that he was simply enraged would be an understatement. He was livid.

And the worst part was that he could hardly be angry with anybody but himself.

He could try and blame his fury at his wife; but that would be like saying he was simply infuriated with her because she was too good at this game. If it really came down to it, Severus knew that his real anger lay with himself. He was the cause of embarrassment because he simply couldn't control his physical reactions, even if his wife could melt the pants off of any wizard in a fifty foot radius simply with one of her lusty, smoldering stares.

Worst of all, when the thought of retaliation even crept into his mind, he drew a blank. It seemed that any idea he had had either already been done, or was too close to anything that had already transpired to be considered original enough for their pleasure war.

No, he needed something different; something new.

And he needed this new idea to catch his wife completely off her guard.

Pacing around his room, he continued to brainstorm. He could maybe sneak in while she was conducting class? No, that was too similar to the challenge he attempted while she had been sitting at her desk.

Maybe he could slip her something to produce a desired reaction, right when she was in the middle of…

Dammit, he'd already done that one too.

Frustrated at his inability to come up with something more creative, he delivered a swift kick to the nearest object located near his person in their living quarters. The old, wooden school trunk of hers tipped over; the contents spilling outward onto the stone floor.

He stared at it, seemingly satisfied for about five seconds before he sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. Grumbling, he knelt to the ground and began to pick up the contents to replace them in their neat and organized matter within her trunk when something shimmery caught his eye.

Carefully, he reached out and collected the silky pool of shimmery, silver-colored cloth in his hands.

Potter's Invisibility Cloak.

Letting the cloth slide through his fingers, he remembered how she had borrowed it to conduct a lesson for her students to show them how some items were non-transfigurable. Certain magical items that contained various charms, enchantments, or permanent levels of magic, such as this cloak, were not vulnerable to one's personal level of magic.

He also remembered that she said she was meeting with Potter and Weasley in Hogsmede at the Three Broomsticks for a drink. She must've forgotten to bring the cloak with her, as he recalled her mentioning that she had borrowed something from Harry and was intending to return it within the next week.

He began to fold it, intending to remind her once she returned home lest she forget again when a wicked thought struck his mind.

Grinning, he pulled the cloak back from the entrance of the trunk, once again running the material through his long fingers. Suddenly, he stood. Walking briskly back to the classroom, he made a beeline for the storage room.

Quickly, he whisked he wand in a complicated pattern as he opened the door to his storeroom. Being a high level potions master, he was always known to have many different types of potions on hand. One might never know what they may be in need of. He smirked as his gazed locked upon the vial he was searching for, and he plucked it from the shelf chuckling, knowing he had to hurry if he was going to retaliate just as he wanted.

Up in Hogsmede, Hermione couldn't help but stifle a laugh as she and her two best friends sat in their usual booth in the corner, sipping their Hard Pumpkin Juice and reliving the good old days.

"You gave us a right good scare that night mate", Ron declared as they reminisced about the night that they had broken him out of the Dursleys with Arthur's infamous flying car.

"I was quite scared myself," Harry chuckled "My Uncle had such a tight hold on me that I thought the only way I was getting into that car was with him hanging from my leg."

"I think the sheer size of the bloke would have dragged us down to the ground before we would've even gotten three meters from the house."

The group erupted into a fit of laughter.

"I can't believe I've never heard this story in greater detail," Hermione said, "I mean, I've always heard the gist of what had happened that night, but never could I imagine you two outrunning your family like that Harry."

"Didn't stop her from whomping us a good one the next morning." Ron muttered as he gave Harry a playful shove of the elbow.

Hermione reached across the booth to smack them both across the arms, her cheeks tinged pink.

"And if I had known all this, I would've whomped you both twice as hard!"

They laughed again, knowing that their playful banter was all in good nature.

"I'm going to run up to the bar and grab another round," Harry said as he stood up, "This one's on me."

"Thanks Harry."

They grinned as he made his way towards Rosmerta. Amazingly enough, she continued to run the bar through the years, seemingly ageless as Harry approached her and she flashed him a flirtatious smile as he asked for another round.

Ron turned towards Hermione, the Hard Pumpkin Juice clearly uplifting their spirits.

"So how's the great bat of the dungeons Hermione? Hasn't converted you to a vampiristic life yet has he?"

Hermione snorted. "Of course not Ron, things have been going great. You two will never give up that sour outlook you've got for him will you? He's got a great personality underneath the rough exterior, and the man is bloody brilliant you know."

Ron grinned, waving his hand.

"You know we just like to pick on you Hermione. Of course, neither Harry nor I could be less than surprised that you ended up as a teacher. What a shocker that you would want to spend the remainder of your days at Hogwarts. The only thing that I'm jealous of is that you still get to go to the Quidditch matches. Blimey, we had some good ones back in our days…"

As Ron began yet another of his depressingly familiar reminiscent Quidditch narratives, Hermione began to drift to other thoughts as she subtly pretending to be engaged by "mmm"ing and nodding her head in all the right places.

Come to think of it, she wondered what Severus was up to. When she had left the castle today, he had been in a right foul mood. She knew that he only had a case of being a sore loser, which allowed her a small mental victory dance.

Perhaps this was the end, and he would finally admit defeat.

However, it was when Harry returned to his seat across the booth from her and next to Ron with the three mugs that she felt it.

It felt like someone had slid into the seat next to her.

Feeling slightly unsettled, she shifted in her seat. Grabbing her drink, she took a long draught hoping to resettle the nerves that had suddenly fallen upon her.

Upon Harry's arrival, Ron's conversation only served to spur more Quidditch memories between the two of them. Hermione, as always, was simply content to listen.

It was only a couple of minutes into the conversation that Hermione suddenly felt a blush run over her entire body. Trying to discreetly fan herself, she took another drink of the cool liquid in attempt to rid herself of the sudden warmth.

After another minute or two, she began to feel uncomfortably warm. She let out a lengthy breath, finally resigning to removing her outer cloak.

"My, it's warm in here, don't you think?"

The two boys stopped mid-conversation as Hermione finished removing her cloak and laying it on the inside of the booth.

"Erm, yeah Hermione…I guess." Harry said awkwardly, wondering where this sudden outburst had come from.

Hermione continued to fan herself outright now, motioning them to continue their conversation. After shooting her a couple of awkward glances, they continued, resuming their minute-by-minute play of the last Quidditch world cup.

Hermione leaned forward on the table, trying hard to listen in and concentrate, when suddenly a familiar voice whispered in her ear…

"I agree with you, it is rather warm in here."

Jumping so quickly that she knocked her mug over, she quickly righted it, spewing out an apology as cold pumpkin juice filled Ron and Harry's laps.

Hurriedly, Hermione tried to mop up the liquid before quickly excusing herself to the bathroom.

Staring at herself from across the mirror, she tried to reason with herself that it was impossible for her to be hearing him. However, a glimmer in the mirror told her otherwise.

Spinning around, she came eye to eye with the person in question. Or rather, what was exposed of him from the shoulders up.

"Severus!" She hissed, "What are you doing here!?"

He chuckled. "Just seeing how your afternoon is going, I thought I would accompany you."

Hermione rolled her eyes exasperatedly.

"Severus, if you wanted to join us you have no need to sneak up unannounced like that. And under Harry's invisibility cloak, what is the meaning of that little performance? I knew I had forgotten it today as soon as I'd arrived, but you simply could have brought it in, no need to show off."

"Now now my dear, the dunderhead duo wasn't exactly the company I desired for today. And my intentions for this cloak weren't merely to show off, however I suppose you could see it that way if you knew what I had in mind for you."

Hermione laughed incredulously, "Oh, and what exactly do you have in mind for me now that I already know you're here? "

Severus stared back, his eyes glittering dangerously as he said in a low, almost threatening murmur.

"Payback."

Hermione laughed again, albeit nervously this time. Spinning around so he wouldn't see the worry cross her face, she drew her hair up into a loose ponytail.

"I highly doubt that Severus. I would like to think that I have a little more reserve than certain individuals. Not all of us come apart simply from being touched." She smirked, knowing that her reference could perhaps give her the one up by distracting him, even if she what she said wasn't necessarily true for herself.

However, his gaze was unfaltering. If anything, his mouth turned to a wicked grin.

"Whoever said anything about touching you?"

At this, Hermione erupted with genuine laughter.

"Oh, I see now Severus. Well I hate to burst your bubble, but however seductive that voice of yours may be, I highly doubt that it would do anything that would cause me public humiliation. I would've thought that you would know I had enough restraint for that."

Severus continued to grin dangerously.

"Well it seems your surprise at hearing said voice back at the bar couldn't be restrained. However, it was such a shame that you spilled such perfectly finepumpkin juice. It might have aided in…cooling you off."

Hermione's gaze narrowed as she took in his comment.

"Severus…you didn't…"

He grinned. "Oh they don't call me the potions master for nothing."

Smacking across the shoulder, she tried not to lose resolve.

"You've already pulled something like this! You're breaking the rules!"

"Not quite," he smirked, "This is just going to…supplement what I have in store for you. A…dipping sauce to accompany the main course if you will."

"Well whatever you put in there isn't going to work," she sputtered indignantly, "You want self control…I'll show you self control."

Grumbling, she turned on her heel and headed back out to the bar.

Slipping the cloak over his head, he grinned as he followed suit, pulling the hand out of his cloak that had been fingering the now empty bottle of the concentrated aphrodisiac potion.

Back at their booth, Hermione slipped into her seat, now consciously aware of the body next to her.

"Miss anything good?" Hermione asked a little too cheerfully.

However, Harry and Ron had been so into their Quidditch talk that they hadn't seemed to notice.

"Not much Hermione, we were just discussing which of Krum's plays were in the top five of All Time Best Quidditch maneuvers…"

A hot breath tickled her ear, and she struggled not to visibly shudder.

"Sounds…enticing..."

Hermione straightened in her seat. "Oh really? Umm…which…which one do you think is the top play of all time?"

At this, Ron and Harry both shot her a quizzical look before grinning and launching into another heated discussion.

Hermione mentally rolled her eyes. Those two could go on for hours.

"Interested in playing are we? Let's play a little game shall we…"

His deep baritone continued to whisper in her ear, unheard by the two across from her table.

"Let's think of what I would do to my Hermione if I had her all alone..."

Hearing the possessive nature in his voice caused the heat to pool in her belly, making its way down and between her thighs.

'Sweet Circe', she thought as she felt her lacey panties moisten, 'what did he put in my drink?'

"If I had you all alone, I would want to tie your fuckable little body to our bed."

Her breath hitched as the image flashed before her eyes, the idea bringing back more than one memory of just such an occasion that had occurred before.

His breathing quickened in her ear, low and steady as he continued.

"I would blindfold you, making sure that you knew I was the one in charge."

Her eyes fluttered slightly as she imagined him doing so. What was wrong with her!? Why was she reacting so strongly?

"Maybe I would tease your pert little nipples, I love how stiff they get with my barely touching them."

Hermione could almost feel his fingers ghosting over them, her nipples stiffing to peaks as his voice melted over her and painted such a vivid picture in her mind.

With the way his breathing changed, she knew he was now grinning as he continued.

"I know at this point, I would want to stuff my thick cock into that hot, pretty little mouth of yours. You know that those lips of yours are so fuckable…that mouth of yours has more gifts than just spewing facts and knowledge…especially wrapped around my cock…."

Hermione could barely restrain herself. She could feel the pressure building inside of her, but this was so different than anything she had ever experienced. This wasn't only a fueled passion, it was a burning need inside so her. It was so vivid she could almost feel in exact detail what he was doing to her. And of course he wasn't finished…

"You'd probably be soaking wet, and of course you'd want my fingers to feel just how tight and ready you are for me. How unlucky for you that I love to tease my little pet."

Hermione struggled not to moan as she imagined his fingers teasing her.

Glancing across the table, it was a wonder that throughout all this time Harry and Ron hadn't noticed a single thing. They were still carrying on in their conversations. She supposed this is what she got for reading most of the time while the two of them engaged in 'boy-talk'. However, she did not have long to speculate because the smooth baritone continued on in her ear.

"I'd want to run my fingers up and down your thigh until you're practically begging me to touch you."

She almost jumped again when she felt his actual fingers ghost up and down her thighs. She almost cried out with need, her clit throbbing as she anticipated his touch. His fingers smoothed up and down over her thigh just light enough to skim her robes.

"Only then, when I hear you beg from your pretty little mouth, would I maybe rub that naughty pussy of yours." He murmured.

"You'd want me to lick it though, wouldn't you? Run my tongue against your clit…bring you close enough to cum so that I could slide my thick cock inside of you and feel you come undone around me…"

At that point, he discreetly ran his tongue around the outer shell of her ear.

That was the breaking point for Hermione.

Jumping up, she muttered a quick excuse to the two boys and grabbed her cloak. Hastily, she made to exit the bar, bumping into a small group of students as she left in her hurry.

Ron and Harry stopped in mid-conversation, speechless until Hermione had already left the small building.

Shrugging, they continued on with their conversation, chalking it up to Hermione having a sudden need to get to the library or double check her research. They reasoned that for some, small habits never changed.

Little did they know that Hermione was not off to the library or one of her precious books, but to the deep confines of her personal quarters in the dungeons to seek an altogether different type of relief.

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