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Grape Juice Complete	By : Desert_Sea Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 7905 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N: Lovey_Reader – your reactions are always priceless. They are exactly what I hope for and I’m always so pleased. Glad you’re still loving the Waldos. You’re not getting a chapter without them.

Chea: I love to hate Draco too. I thought he would be a perfect level of smarmy twat for this. I loved your description of Severus’ reaction to the ‘head-butt’ – I wished I’d included it! I don’t mind critical commentary at all but kind and supportive statements and predictions in reviews are just as helpful. I appreciate you taking the time to share them.

Oracle: How did you go with that ice-cream? Did you get through the whole pint? I’m feeling rather smug that I may have finally caught you with a twist. I have been trying for a while. :)

Sera21: Thank you for your kind reviews. Hahah, I loved you pointing out the matching underwear. Who gets the hundred bucks now? Good luck with your thesis. I went through that pain a while ago and have no plans for more thank goodness. That’s why I can spend time doing this kind of thing. :)

HG4Eva: Lovely of you to drop in again. I’m glad you are still guffawing. No, she certainly ain’t stupid. :)

Hskdodo: Hahah, your reaction was great. I loved it! I try to put at least one good twist in my stories and I’m glad to see that most were somewhat surprised by this one. Glad you took the time to read this one. I wanted it to be a bit quirky and fun.

Bitchandmoan: I was sure I knew who the anon was but didn’t want to say just in case. Thanks for dropping in again. I loved how you got how the dynamic with Draco was the key to her getting away with it. I’m glad you have enjoyed the weirdness. It’s been the most fun to write. I agree, it probably could have ended there quite well but I think I have one more chapter after this.

Chapter 6 – Be Not Afraid of Grapeness

“How stupid did you think I was?” Hermione flicked the pencil rubbings onto the bedspread. “Can you tug it a bit more please? It’s looking a bit wilty.”

Severus gave his cock a few more strokes as he lay on the bed, naked, posing for her.

“Better.” She stared intently at his erect member before continuing to sketch in long fluid strokes on her art pad.

“I didn’t say I thought you were stupid,” he responded, propping his head up with one hand.

“You didn’t say anything at all.”

Severus had suspected this conversation would proceed in a decidedly awkward fashion. Although it had been somewhat softened by the fact that they’d already engaged in a few pleasant recreational activities between her, no doubt, intensely self-satisfied polyjuice performance and the current furious cock-sketching episode.

He hadn’t even had time to get over the shock of Draco’s disappearance (thank fucking Merlin) before she had straddled his lap and proceeded to snog him senseless. Deciding that it was an indication that she’d probably forgiven him and still in too much shock to decide if he’d forgiven her, he joined in with gusto. And they may have continued lapping, sucking and devouring each other’s faces long into the afternoon if the bartender hadn’t helpfully suggested, “Maybe you and your mother should get a room?”

Without a word, Hermione dragged Severus off his seat and they were out the door, a few pointed glares thrown at the bar staff, before apparating from a dark alley back to her flat.

The previously innocent dining table, sullied by Severus’ food and fucking fantasy, stood no chance when they tumbled through the door in a tangled web of veils and stockings. Breathing heavily, Hermione flicked her wand and removed Severus’ clothing, disintegrating each piece in a satisfying shower of velveteen confetti, until he stood completely naked, his lean, muscular body a welcome addition to her miserly flat. In response, he simply lifted her onto his hips and carried her to the table, laying her down gently, before using his own wand to tug off and disintegrate her Draco-sized T-shirt and jeans.

Then, with a sigh, he bent over her and buried his face in her cleavage, inhaling deeply as if he had been waiting to sample that crevice for far too long.

“Can you just fuck me?” she murmured into the top of his head.

He halted his cleavage indulgence and looked up at her, her lips were full and swollen from their snogging and her furrowed brow told him she was clearly desperate to be filled. He shrugged and stood up.

“And I don’t want to see that fucking shrug ever again,” she huffed as she pulled off her bra and knickers. “Now I know you can talk, I want you using your mouth.”

She is one feisty witch. You never did check that stove did you?

“I would,” he replied silkily. “But I’m afraid it’s full.” He suddenly engulfed one breast with his lips.

“That’s . . . uuuhhhh . . . perfectly . . . acceptable.” She winced with pleasure as his hand slid up her inner thigh and his thumb stuttered across her lips, meeting her clitoris head on.

“Merlin!” she cried, bucking against him.

He released the nipple and nuzzled his way up her neck to her cheek. “I thought you wanted me to just . . . fuck . . . you.” He rumbled, sliding his tongue into her ear.

Her skin and hair prickled. “Unnhh. Just keep . . . doing . . . that . . .”

He grinned as he lapped at her earlobe, sliding a languorous digit along the spreading petals of her pussy before slipping it down to sample the warm liquid invitation dripping out of her opening. She dragged in noisy breaths as he slotted a second finger in next to the first and thrust inside her, rhythmically exploring the slick fleshy walls that suctioned around him.

His cock was dancing about impatiently, looking for an entry point, but he continued to pump into her, his knuckles rolling against her perineum and his thumb nudging into her clit with each thrust.

“Uuuhhhh,” she groaned. “Now fuck me. . . Please.”

So she does have some manners.

Removing his fingers with a wet, sucking sound, he rubbed them over the shaft and head of his engorged cock, mixing her juices with his precum, more for show than necessity—she’d made plenty of lubricant for the both of them.

She was panting as he lifted her ankles onto his shoulders and dragged her cheeks to the edge of the table, lining himself up with her swollen opening. He introduced his smooth glans to the glisten of her pussy and even that contact was enough to have his abdomen clenching with the promise of her wet heat.

Bracing his legs apart, he pushed forward, his head disappearing inside her, but then halting against the tightness of her clenching walls. She was grunting breathily with the fullness of his intrusion as she tried to accommodate him. Gradually, he arched back out of her before surging forward again, her juices paving the way for him to slide in a little further like a penguin on ice. Thrust by thrust he worked his way into her before coming to rest, cocooned inside her slick channel.

Her neck was arched and her eyes shuttered. She looked drunk and he was glad now, more than ever, that he wasn’t so that he could finally experience the fullness of the blissfully sensate experience that now enveloped him.

Pushing his chest down toward her, her knees buckled against him, spreading her legs wider and forcing his cock to rub hard and deep into her.

“Fuck!”

I will indeed.

And he did. Slowly at first, he rocked his hips gently backward and forward, keeping his cock deep and hollowing her out in preparation for the full length of his driving shaft. She clutched his slender hip with one hand and his wrist, locked against the edge of the table, with the other as she moaned with each thump into her cervix.

Then he began to lengthen his strokes, pulling out almost fully before slamming back into her.

“Uuuhhhh,” she cried out and dug her nails into his hip, helping to pull him into her. “I think I’m . . . obsessed with your . . . unnhhh . . . cock too.”

And that drove him up another gear. His mouth hung open as he sucked in air to drive his pistoning shaft. Her channel was closing in around him despite his solid reaming and he knew she was getting close. Pushing down against her, he pressed her knees out further before pulling her backside off the table and letting it hang lower so he could thrust even deeper.

Hermione’s eyes rolled back and her breath caught in her chest. Holding her up with one hand hooked between her cheeks, he pushed his thumb between their squeezing bodies, down to her clitoris where he jiggled it insistently.

She finally found her voice, “Oh Gods!” Before she came spectacularly, her suspended backside bucking around in mid-air as her legs jerked against him and her fingers clawed helplessly at the table.

Her cries were raw and abandoned as her pussy squeezed at his shaft in clenching waves, sucking the resolve from him and drawing out a sharp hiss in his desperate struggle for control. Her sheath convulsed repeatedly, buffeting his rigid member as it continued to pump. A groan of surrender rose from his chest as, finally, the frantic pulsing of her channel spread to his balls, which shuddered and spasmed, spraying his seed in hot creamy jets deep inside her.

She was still keening with each breath as he jerked and squirted his last shots of come into her before collapsing on the floor, her legs wrapped around his waist and her pussy still clamped onto his wilting member.

“So when did you work it out?” Severus tugged at his cock again, remembering the earlier feeling of holding her against his chest, their hearts beating together furiously.

“I’m not going to tell you.” Hermione continued to shade in the rigid corona of his cock. “But I will say this—you weren’t particularly convincing.”

He was about to shrug but stopped himself just in time.

She had clearly moved on from her hand obsession. The dozen or so cock images now scattered about the room told him that at least part of him, was probably going to be a subject of interest for a little while longer.

“I’m assuming that you work with Draco.”

Hermione continued focusing on her drawing as she nodded.

“Was he the one who asked you out?”

Are you trying to fuck this up?

She blew a stray curl out of her face. “I don’t think you’re in any position to try to delve any further into my private life do you?”

He paused before continuing. “I just thought you must know him quite well. Your . . . imitation . . . was reasonably convincing.”

“Reasonably? At one point I thought I’d have to check that you were wearing your incontinence pad.”

Severus clenched his jaw, only just avoiding a smirk. He found this new Hermione particularly amusing, even if it was at his own expense.

He watched as her deft hands caressed the pencil into his most intimate of openings. It looked much better in grey lead. And with an artist’s interpretation.

But he couldn’t let the conversation go. “You did play the dickhead surprisingly well,” he said drily.

“You don’t do a dickhead too badly yourself,” she countered without a second’s hesitation.

He snorted. He was having increasingly fewer legs to stand on.

“So . . . .” He tugged his cock again—the current discussion was clearly turning it even more ‘wilty’. “I guess all of those tears of appreciation were part of the performance too?”

Hermione stopped sketching and fixed him with a look. Pushing the pad and pencil to the side, she wriggled over so that she was facing him, lying on her side, her nose only inches from his.

“I have spent four years being fucked around by men and their agendas,” she responded, her voice low and even. “And just when I think I’m getting my life together, my bastard of a potions professor turns up, dressed as a woman, clearly interested, and I begin to wonder if there might something seriously wrong with me.”

Severus watched forlornly as he continued to wilt, a poignant externalisation of his inner world.

“And sadly enough, no, those tears weren’t part of the performance. I felt sorry for myself and I also felt sorry for you. That you would be desperate enough to go to those lengths to see me. I meant every word I said. You are kind and helpful and generous. But you’re also fucked up. And so am I. Look at these cocks everywhere!” She gestured around them.

“I love your hands and your voice and your cock and your fucking. But mostly I enjoy your company. Holding your hand. Talking to you. And now sketching you. I needed to know that you weren’t just a psycho—that you actually liked me and so I got Draco to help me with the polyjuice. He didn’t know that I actually took some of his hair, nor that I intended to be him. And Ginny helped coach me. She’s amazing . . . a total bitch. Even worse than I am. I would have been far nastier if I’d done everything she suggested.”

“Charming,” he muttered, raising a dispirited eyebrow as he looked down at the bedspread between them.

“Severus don’t you see?” She put her hand on his cheek, lifting his face to hers. “I know you now. I know your secrets, your shame, your insecurities and even your fantasies. And I’m still here.”

He looked into her shining brown eyes, letting the meaning of her words sink in. Her eyes hadn’t changed since the first time he’d seen them three weeks before. The kindness and openness was still there. He’d just forgotten, with the desperate sense that he needed to deceive her in order to be accepted, just how fucking smart she was.

“I want us to do your fantasy,” she whispered to him as she closed the distance between their lips. “Tomorrow.”

And suddenly both his inner world, and his cock, were looking up. In fact, he couldn’t imagine either succumbing to a fit of ‘wiltiness’—at least for the next twenty-four hours.
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