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Spa Day	By : FieryPhoenix Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10554 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Disclaimer: All recognisable characters, comments and quotes belong to the talented J.K. Rowling. Not me. Sadly. I make less than a house elf on this story!
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“Hermione… Hermione,” Ginny spoke quietly, almost a whisper. “It’s time! Let’s go test our new product!”
“Who cares about the product… I just want to meet him” Hermione mumbled to herself under her breath.
Ginny grinned. She had heard every word thanks to the latest version of the 3W Extendable Ears. Similar to a muggle earpiece, they had been designed for the Aurors to keep in immediate contact with their team members while on a covert operation. Ginny found that her brothers were quite happy to let her test their products, and this set had more than proven their worth over the past few days. Ginny found it hilarious that the usually unflappable Griffindor Princess was more and more erratic as the hours marched slowly onwards to the eventual meeting. Ginny had pieced together the main idea of Hermione’s thoughts as the brunette witch had started muttering more and more.
It seemed that contrary to the initial bout of recurring sexual dreams from the potion, the makers had brewed it to then render the drinker incapable of reaching climax without the dream partner. Hermione had continued to dream of her phantom lover with stronger and stronger sensual reactions. Eventually resulting in hearing his voice constantly purring in her ear, feeling the ghost of his gentle touch along her almost permanently aroused body, even smelling the strange odours of sandalwood, sage and old parchment. The dreams spilled into her day – totally overwhelming her as she got hardly any work done. Ginny had frequently caught her discreetly rubbing her thighs together in a bid to relieve the tension she felt coiling tighter and tighter deep inside her. A rather imaginative bit of magic really Ginny thought with an evil grin.
The two friends exited their office together, Ginny drinking a Hazelnut cuppachino (decaff if Hermione asked) and Hermione unusually quiet as she used all of her self-control to focus on the presentation ahead. She knew she had to be fully aware in order to make sure this so-called Master really was the best. She intended to use all the questions she could recall from the hardest of the NEWT level classes she had done in her 6^th year under the tutelage of the hardest potions taskmaster in wizarding educational history.
In an attempt to fill the gaping silence she turned to Ginny, “It’s a pity that we don’t know where Professor Snape is, he would be the perfect candidate to help us brew incredible potions and products. You know, the work that we sampled over the last few days really was highly reminiscent of his work – I wonder if this guy apprenticed with the same master that Professor Snape worked under…”
She absent-mindedly reached over to pat Ginny on the back as she choked, spilling her beverage down her front.
Ginny stopped outside massage room 4 and stared down at her ruined blouse. “Damn,” she swore softly. “I’m a total mess!” As the two friends stood waiting for their guest, Ginny’s facial features changed from an annoyed grimace to pensive delight and settled in a barely concealed smirk. “Hermione,” she casually said, “you will need to field this one – I have to go sort out this mess before my favourite blouse is totally ruined.”
Hermione, still caught in her musings of Severus Snape’s whereabouts and trying to stop the confused thoughts of her mystery lover missed the calculating look in Ginny’s eye.
“You mean Harry’s favourite blouse Ginny – that’s the one you wore when I caught the two of you in the boardroom a few months back AND the one you wore when Fleur caught you guys in the Burrow garden shed last Christmas.” Ginny had the grace to blush lightly, the pink in her cheeks highlighting the sparkle in her bright green eyes.
Ginny recovered smoothly, “Yes well, his favourites often lead to my favourites hey. I’m certainly not complaining.”
Hermione rolled her eyes at her friend. “Okay well just hurry up! I don’t know this man and you have been so super secretive that I don’t know any of the project details. I don’t want to look like a fool.”
Ginny waved aside her concerns airily, “Just go disrobe and lie on the treatment table – that way he will demonstrate it directly for you and you can then question him based on your experience.”
“Sure yes, I’ll just go… wait what??!!??” Hermione realised too late what Ginny had said and Ginny had already rounded the corner back to their office. “Oh F…” Hermione cut her exasperated sigh off midway (it was one of her own rules that there be no bad language in the customer treatment areas and she was not too far gone that she would break her own rules)
Looking nervously around Hermione slipped through the door and quietly closed it behind herself. She moved forward with a deep breath to disrobe and get comfy.
From the other side of the building Severus Snape billowed in his usual brooding style through the corridors of the spa. The tasteful, understated décor was lost on him, although as with the last time he was here he found himself slowing down his pace and breathing more deeply the longer he followed the assistant silently showing him the way. As with his previous visit, he wondered if there was something either in the air or built into the walls to relax the patrons sufficiently to really gain the maximum benefit from their chosen treatments.
They arrived in the treatment room corridor and Severus stopped her with a tap on her shoulder, “Thank you – I remember the way from here. Are they already inside the treatment room?” The assistant nodded. “Yes sir, Our Senior partner is indeed inside the room. Ginny asked me to hand you this note as I left you here.” She handed Severus a small, folded scrap of parchment that bore his name written in bold scarlet ink.
Severus gazed at his written name and by the time he looked up again to utter his thanks, she was gone. “Hmmm some super spy – you let a little daydream wipe away all your carefully constructed inner defences so that you didn’t even hear her slip away!” his thoughts jeered at him as he opened the parchment carefully.
“Dear Severus, (it read) due to an unfortunate brewing accident I am unable to accompany my partner this afternoon. Since I know her so well, I thought it would be best if you would apply the new lotion directly to her and then after she has felt the effects the two of you can discuss it in depth. Should you decide to relocate to the conference room thereafter, I shall notice you passing my office and shall hopefully be able to join you then. Trust me when I say that this will suit the way you work best as well as she is usually full of incessant questions and little bits of continuous information. Around here she is our favourite Know-It-All. J I look forward to catching up with you later and celebrating the success of our new creation. Kind Regards, Ginny Potter.”
With a sigh he folded the parchment and tucked it into an inner robe pocket, then continued more slowly up the corridor, feeling his feet dragging more and more as he counted down past the doors. His thoughts turned again to the unusual dream he had continuously enjoyed. Because he really had enjoyed the increasingly erotic dreams featuring Mrs Potter’s still nameless and faceless assistant. As he ticked off the features he did know he noticed his body’s signs of increasing excitement and berated himself for his lack of decorum.
He told himself that he had bedded plenty of women with brunette curls cascading down their beautifully curved backs. He reminded himself that he had had many witches with alluring voices and sexy legs that seemed to beckon upwards upwards ever upwards.
It was no use. He closed his eyes. None of them had ever held this sort of power over him. Especially considering he had never seen her face. And that was the amazing thing. He could recall her scent from the other day in the passage – Gardenias freshly picked interspersed with a hint of early morning dew. He wondered what her natural odour was, how she would smell while moaning his name underneath him in his bed.
Gah! He’d done it again. Just in time he reached room 4 and stopped to take a breath. He knew he had to call all his training to the fore and banish all thoughts of his mystery witch. As he imagined Minerva McGonnagall and Albus Dumbledore dancing naked amongst the giant pumpkins outside Hagrid’s hut at Hogwarts his erection started softening. Thank goodness! He had to go in there and sell this balm. He knew that it would mean an entirely different future for himself – one free of kowtowing to inconsequential apothecaries and ministry officials. Closing his eyes and squaring his shoulders he promised himself that after he had sealed this deal he would corner Ginny and convince her to introduce him to the mystery witch. Maybe if he met her the allure would be lost in the usual inane simperings of young witches who had nothing of substance to talk about.
He took a final cleansing breath and slowly, silently turned the handle on the door.
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Severus Snape was not easily overwhelmed or surprised. In fact after all he had lived through including playing double-agent to two of the wizarding world’s most arrogantly powerful wizards and teaching countless years of dunderhead students, he was usually confident in his ability to not be surprised by anything – to take things in his stride and hide the occasional twinge of amusement that may perchance happen in his life.
But today was not one of those days. He stood with his back to the door, slipped out of his robe and rolled up his shirtsleeves before feeling ready to turn and meet Ginny’s business partner. Absolutely nothing in his life could have prepared him for the sight that met his eyes.
It was as if his dream had come to life for there she lay – his dream beauty, face down on the treatment table in the dimmed room. She was draped from the waist down in a light cotton sheet, her back peeking out above that – there was that amazing dip he recalled worshipping in his sleep and wakeful dreams over the past days. Further up, her creamy shoulders lay supine; nothing protecting them from his astounded gaze and her glorious curls were pinned up on her head with only a few rogue tendrils drifting down to draw his attention to the nape of her elegant neck. This was certainly a business meeting of a different kind.
Suddenly the room felt far too small and warm for him. He took off his frockcoat and hung it up with his robes on the stand next to the door then unbuttoned the top two buttons on his crisp white shirt. He used his wand to spell his hands clean and cool and drawing a jar from his robe pocket he slowly shuffled over to the table.
As he got closer to the treatment table the lights dimmed automatically and he paused to breathe carefully before speaking, “I take it you are Ginny’s partner?”
Hermione’s eyes squeezed tightly shut at the sound of his voice and she tried hard not to squirm against the table as the melodious tenor of his voice washed over her senses. She felt the tiny hairs at the back of her neck stand up and felt the ever-present tension coil wind tighter in her lower belly. She couldn’t trust herself to speak so she nodded slowly. The silence stretched between them as he waited politely for her to speak, not daring to quite believe that the woman in his lustful dreams was now lying here within his grasp.
Finally Hermione willed herself to speak, “Excuse me for not getting up to greet you, Ginny assured me you would prefer to test the new product directly on my skin.”
Severus recognised her voice with a start and reluctantly confirmed to his gleeful libido that this was indeed one and the same woman they had been trying to avoid thinking of the past few days as they worked. He uttered an inaudible groan before answering, “Yes it does make perfect sense to test it so that you can experience the full effects for yourself.” He paused to lick his very dry lips before continuing “Are you comfortable? Shall we begin?”
Merlin his voice was so sexy! Hermione felt her arousal moisten her core and was grateful for the sheet that offered some sort of barrier between them. If she could think clearly she would make a mental note to maim Ginny later. Hermione realised he was waiting for her response and breathlessly whispered, “Yes. Yes let’s begin.”
He stepped up next to the table and stared at her neck, his hands poised ready to finally caress the smooth skin he had been yearning to touch. He could feel his body responding just from standing this close to her. And so he began.
He scooped out a blob of the cream and blew on it to activate the warming charm. As he rubbed his hands together to spread it evenly, he tried to stop his eyes from following the gentle curve of her spine down to where the sheet lay. He started towards her back and then paused, took a breath and as he slowly exhaled, he put his hands on her shoulders.
His eyes closed momentarily in ecstasy as he worked the ointment into her amazing skin. He caressed her shoulders, starting gently and building up to a firmer pressure as he moved across and down towards her shoulder blades. Now to the spine, following each vertebrae down to the next one and then sweeping up around the sides of her back. Making sure every inch of her exposed back was covered he repeated the motions – down her spine to the dip just above her waist and then out to the sides and up again. His fingers were tantalisingly close to the sides of her breasts and not for the first time that week he found himself wondering what they would feel like when weighted in his palms.
He cleared his throat and tried to push the image of his fingers skimming over her breasts away. “Alright, so now that the cream is applied, we need to wait a few moments. Did I get all of your back?”
Hermione shook her head side to side, “You missed my lower back” she gulped.
Severus scooped up another tiny bit of the magical ointment with his left fingers and murmured softly “I will need to move the sheet a bit lower down then. This only works properly if applied to the full anatomical area.”
Hermione nodded her consent and he used the knuckles of his right hand to slowly slowly pull the sheet a bit lower. As her panties came into view his breath was pushed out of his lungs as though he had run into a solid brick wall: Slytherin fine Egyptian cotton edged with fine silver scalloped thread. “She’s a Slytherin??” he thought to himself. “This is incredible!” He managed to stop the sheet from sliding completely off her body and continued to apply the lotion.
“It’s done. Is that evenly applied to your feel?” he enquired as he bend closer to her ear. Hermione made no attempt to move but groaned in agreement at the feel of his mouth so close to her ear. The sensual tone of her noise only made him more determined yet nervous at the same time. It was good that she was Slytherin – it would make it easier to seduce her. And seduce her he would! It had been so long since he has felt a woman capture his imagination in this way – years in fact – and he was hopeful that her being a Slytherin meant there could be some intellectual connection too.
“Alright Miss…” he paused, suddenly realising that he still had NO IDEA who this captivating, alluring creature was. He bent closer to her ear. “Might I know your name so that I can present my creation to you appropriately” he purred into her ear.
As a shudder went through her body from her head down to the tips of her fingers and toes she felt the tingling twisting yearning boiling up again stronger inside her. She turned her head to the side facing him in order to answer him.
Preparing to introduce herself she opened her eyes and caught a sideways glance at the wizard that turned her to mush at his very voice. As they saw each other, their eyes widened in an almost comical mirror of the other.
Snape Jumped back. “You!” they cried in unison as Hermione jumped off the table totally forgetting that she was practically naked.
The room went still as they stared at each other across the vast chasm. Hermione stood leaning against the treatment table for support, Severus stood near the door, poised to bolt at any moment.
“But, I thought you had left the country – no one has heard from you in years!” the bewildered witch cried out.
“Obviously your thoughts are mistaken Miss Granger,” Severus found it easy to slip back into the Potions teacher persona when faced with the brains behind the golden trio, “I’m clearly very much… here.”
His eyes flicked over her, noticing her naked breasts heaving in the dim light. He felt his body responding still, swaying towards her voluptuous beauty as his brain wared with his growing arousal. Hermione stood and stared, taking in the tiny details that added to his allure. The soft black hair showing where his shirt buttons were undone, the way his shirt promised a firm, strong body under all those damn buttons, his slender hips encased in the perfectly draped material.
Finally they looked at each other again. The silence grew to deafening proportions when eventually Hermione opened her mouth and licked her lips preparing to speak.
In a flash he seemed to be there, pulling her towards him as her hands reached around his neck and stole up into his hair every bit as dark and soft as she recalled from her dream. His mouth was on hers then. Possessively claiming her, tasting her as his tongue stroked hers in desperation like a dying man at a desert oasis watering hole. She moaned into his mouth as he pulled her body tightly against his, her aroused nipples rubbing hard against his shirt-clad chest as his hands moved down over her back to cup her bottom and bring her closer still. He pushed her back against the table and broke away from her seeking mouth to trace his wet lips down over her neck. At long last tasting her skin. He groaned in a lust-filled haze, the vibrations chasing through her body to pull at her insides and twist them anew.
“Sweet Circe! You are beyond gorgeous!” he breathed against her skin, feeling his body taut with growing desire. “Say you want me too!” he demanded as he returned to her mouth, cupping her face with his hands and devouring her swollen lips with his. Hermione felt the length of his erection pushing up against her belly, felt it pulsing behind his zip and she knew she would not be denied this time. “Yes, oh Yes! Ever since I heard your voice in the floo,”she babbled, “ever since the dreams…” She trailed off as his mouth found her earlobe and the spot right behind her ear that made her weak at the knees. “Ummmm,” she exhaled, closing her eyes and tilting her head to the side for him, “Say you want me!”
His hands moved down one from her face down her side to her hips. The other hand reminiscent of Hermione’s dream trailed over her lips red from where he had lightly bitten over her chin and turning over trailed down between her breasts as they heaved with the task of drawing breath.
He didn’t answer her instead letting his mouth follow his hand down over her chin down towards her breasts. He kissed and licked from her sternum over to her right breast, eager to pull the swollen nipple into his mouth. Hermione felt his lips open and closed her eyes in glorious rapture as… he stopped. Why had he stopped? What was the matter? She reached for him and opened her eyes. “What? Why did you stop?” she cried out as she saw him shrinking away.
“What do you mean, since the dream?” Severus demanded an answer, holding her head in place when she tried to look away. “Look at me, dammit!” he swore loudly. “Did you do this? Did you take a potion or perform a spell to cause this, this.. attraction??”
Hermione looked confused and absentmindedly pulled her bottom lip into her mouth with her lower teeth as she thought. “N… No,” she managed to breathe at last, “I did nothing! Your voice in the floo.. and then…” She tapered off, not wanting to admit out loud how much he had featured in her dreams.
He moved away from her and they stood, staring at each other again, both breathing deeply, hair and his clothing dishevelled, her still only in her green underwear, the sheet lying forgotten somewhere there on the floor.
Severus closed his eyes tightly and spoke carefully. “It seems Miss Granger, that we have been had, as it were. Perhaps I can finish my presentation and we can go find your partner and discuss the matter with her.
In strained and subdued tones he concluded explaining the cream’s unique properties that would use colour to indicate where the tension in a person’s back was strongest. As the therapist massaged and worked the indicated areas, the cream would lighten until it matched the rest of the skin tone. It really was quite brilliant, but Hermione was silent as she turned from him to dress as quickly as possible. Right on the verge of tears she nodded and brightly smiled, hiding her worry and confusion as best she could until he finished.
“Right then Mr. Snape,” she spoke softly. It’s quite incredible. Let’s go and find Ginny and finalise everything so that we can begin production.”
And she turned to open the door and lead the way, leaving Severus to grab his robes and hurry after her.
A/N: The chapters keep getting longer. Haha! I hope that's not a problem? After all, what could be wrong with mroe of our favourite couple, who right now are both still aroused, both hurt and confused and on their way to confront our resident scheming matchmaker, Ginny. Tsk, Tsk... how could she??!!
A/N#2: Never fear readers! Lemons are not far off - I promise!
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