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Spa Day	By : FieryPhoenix Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10554 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: All characters and HP names, scenes etc belong to their creator – J.K. Rowling. I make no money for this and write only to satisfy my own desire to pen my thoughts and imaginings.

Chapter List
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A/N: Thank you for all the lovely reviews! Especially thanks to HarryGinny4Eva - I'm so excited that you are following the story and enjoying each chapter :) I am trying to write faster and post more regularly now. The story has galloped ahead in my mind. And yes, you could be on track with a bit of payback! hehe... not straight away, because neither SS or HG are boring and predictable like that ;)
To all my other reviewers - thank you for your encouraging words - they really do help me feel more inspired to write AND I reread all your reviews each time I sit down to write! So please, Read & Review :)
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“And so I’m sure you’ll agree that this is the perfect product to build the entire range around.” Ginny paused, narrowing her eyes. She was seated in the meeting room where her and severus had met before. She sat across the meeting table, with Hermione and Severus seated across from her next to each other. Ginny had watched them walking in together and wondered why Hermione looked ready to cry (a regular person couldn’t tell but Ginny had seen this look many times before) and why Severus looked like he would rather be anywhere than right there at this moment in time.
Ginny had started the meeting, painstakingly drawing out every grunt, nod, comment and query from both of them while they had each seemed to be miles away – except for when they looked at each other surreptitiously. Occasionally their hands would brush and they would both stiffen with tension. Sometimes their eyes would meet and they would stare at each other for a split second before both hurriedly looking away. Ginny noticed the small things from watching them – she saw Hermione unconsciously lick her lips as she stared at Severus while he spoke. She noticed Severus sigh and close his eyes briefly when Hermione spoke in response to a query. She definitely noticed how they leaned towards each other just a tad when looking at Ginny. Sure they were going through the motions of an attentive and successful business meeting, but Ginny was not easily fooled.
She could see that neither Severus nor Hermione were really focused on what she was saying. She sat back to observe them. After a few minutes of tension stretching silence Ginny rolled her eyes. “Geez,” she thought to herself, “you can feel that frission of excitement between them. I hope they at least kissed in there. Well, time to use that famous Griffindor courage and throw the proverbial cat among the pigeons.”
“So, Severus,” Ginny addressed her friend directly, “Was meeting Hermione surprise enough for you? Did she completely blow you away?” Ginny managed to keep a straight face on viewing their reactions to her casual query.
Hermione gasped loudly. Severus flinched in his chair. They both started speaking at the same time, and in the ensuing chaos Ginny caught only a few words, “insane!” “Obnoxious” “how could you” “what made you think” “dreams”… It was enough for Ginny to realise that something had happened and she mentally fist pumped. She straightened in her chair and put on her game face. Dallying with each of them separately had been challenging enough. Matchmaking when faced with both of them together was going to require all of her focus.
Ginny stopped them by whipping out her wand, “Okay so we all agree that the product is spectacular right?” They both nodded. “Great, since this is solely a business meeting, then that is really all that we need to finalise at this particular meeting. Should you have any personal issues that require each other’s utmost assistance, you guys need to resolve them before we do the launch in two weeks’ time.”
Hermione and Severus both drew breath in order to speak again. Ginny raised her wand again. “Don’t make me use this!” She warned lightly “I know it was a bit of a surprise to see each other today, but you have to admit that if I had revealed any more to each of you, neither of you would have agreed to this.”
They both nodded in reluctant agreement. Hermione opened her mouth to speak again, “He..” Ginny raised her wand again and Hermione, knowing the veracity of her friend’s Bat Bogey Hex stopped right there.
Ginny smiled sweetly and spoke so softly that both Severus and Hermione had to lean forward to hear her, “Now that we are all on the same page, business-wise, we can deal with the tensions between the two of you. Honestly though, I suggest that you both put the past behind you, kiss and make out, I mean up, and just get on with it.”
Hermione looked down as her cheeks pinked. Severus felt his eyes widen impercebtibly at the innuendo. Surely there was no way the redhead knew what had transpired between them, but he really needed to know what had happened with the dreams. He was not a wizard to be trifled with and he refused to be a part of a plot to mess with anyone’s thoughts. He had witnessed enough of that in the war to be honest. Besides, he thought sneaking a glance towards Hermione, she had always been courageous and had never spoken a word against him – often he had overheard her lecturing her dunderhead friends about HIM and his role in the war. And she certainly had grown into someone beautiful. His eyes wandered over her downturned face, noting the way her eyelashes fanned out above her cheeks. He looked further down, noticing that in her haste she had not replaced her brassiere and he found himself wandering if it matched those gorgeous green panties that he now imagined himself peeling off of her oh so slowly to reveal her plump thighs.
He forced himself to look up quickly lest his body betray him again and caught Ginny staring at him pointedly with a decidedly Slytherinish leer below sparkling eyes. He narrowed his eyes. That confirmed his thinking that this young Griffindor was definitely up to something.
Hermione raised her hand timidly, not sure how to be allowed to speak. “Um Gin, are we done here? It’s just that one of us needs to chair the staff meeting remember?”
Ginny nodded coolly and stood, smoothing down her knee-length skirt. “I will go and deal with that. I suggest the two of you utilise this time wisely to figure out what is happening so that we can pull this launch off without a hitch. I am sure I don’t need to stress the importance of what we are doing here – it will certainly make us all a lot of money, give us scope to grow our businesses and put the Spa ahead of any competitors that may crop up.”
After this little speech she turned and walked from the room, adding a snide little comment in passing, “Have fun now, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” With that she exited the room and on closing, the door activated the privacy charm on the room so that the nervous witch and concerned wizard inside became unnoticeable and oblivious to anyone who may be passing by outside.
Moments passed feeling like a lifetime to Hermione. She finally dared a glance up into Severus’ face only to see him staring at her with a strange look on his face. She blew out the breath she didn’t realise she had been holding and smiled hesitatingly at him.
Severus reached forward then pulled his hand back just inches away from touching her. As his hand slowly drifted back towards hers they both felt the incredible spark again between them, drawing them closer. “Hermione,” Severus breathlessly whispered. His voice dropped lower, his smooth baritone flowing into, over and right through Hermione’s body. Hermione shuddered deliciously in response, feeling her core clenching in an almost pavlovian response to the voice she had dreamt about all week.
“Severus, I… I …” Hermione stuttered, turning to face him noticing his body already facing hers. “We need to… to talk…”
“Yes,” he agreed, “about the…”
“Dreams” Hermione breathed out the word, their mouths so close together now.
Silence. They stared deeply into each other’s eyes – Golden Brown whiskey boring into Jet black depths. She knew he was going to pull her under like a wave crashing into you at the edge of the ocean. But unlike those waves from long-ago childhood holidays she knew that this was one onslaught that she could not withstand.
“What type of dream was it?” Severus enquired in a stilted tone. “Huh? Oh, well you know…” Hermione saw only the face in from of her. She took in his features one at a time, noticing his deep eyes either side of his strong Romanesque nose. “Regal,” she thought to herself “how did I not notice when I was younger how regal his bearing is?” She continued her study of his features, saw the way his smooth lips curled into an almost-there smile, softening his face and making her heart speed up.
“Yes… I know…” Severus said, and stared hungrily at Hermione’s tongue as it slowly poked out of her mouth to lick at her lower lip which was still slightly swollen from his earlier attack.
The funny thing was that Severus was certain that Hermione was feeling the same way he was just then - inflamed, eager and so so very turned on that regardless of what caused these feelings- dreams or otherwise, they were certainly about to engage in something straight out of Hermione’s erotic dreams.
And engage they did! Severus breathed out, Hermione felt his breath on her lips and as her pupils dilated to fill nearly her entire eye space, the air between them seemed to evaporate to nothingness! The chairs they were in were suddenly flung across the room and they hungrily attacked each other. Her legs were wrapped around his waist, her hands tugging at the hair at the base of his neck then trying desperately to pull his shirt out of his pants.
In turn his hands caressed her back, then her bum as he desperately ground against her core, bringing her into full contact with his body - letting her feel the effect she had on him right there and then.
Hermione mumbled into his mouth, "clothes, in way" Her mumblings seemed to make sense to Severus, although in a temporary lapse of memory he forgot that he could use the wordless wandless spell he had learnt so many years ago. He plopped her onto the nearby boardroom table and pulled her blouse up her arms and over her head. He didn't see where it landed as all he could see where her glorious breasts spilling out into his hands. Her nipples hardened instantly in the cool air of the meeting room and he carefully ran his thumbs over each one over and over and over again. They moaned in unison to finally feel this crazy feeling resulting in a physical, tangible connection.
She reached for his shirt and finding too many of the trademark Severus Snape buttons, opted instead to rip the shirt, sending buttons pinging all over the place. She pulled it down his arms and it stuck there - he hadn't remembered to roll down his sleeves after her impromptu massage earlier that day.
She couldn't wait any longer and ran her hands up over his torso, feeling every ridge, bump and scar with her gentle fingertips. She noticed that his chest was smooth except for the path of fine black hair running down from his chest to show her hands the way he needed them to go. His pecs and abs were well defined - post war living definitely agreed with him! Her hands flattened back up over his ribcage to find his flat pale nipples. She leaned forward and licked the one, then the other. Her breath on them made him harden more. He let out a lust filled groan before managing to get his shirt off and then immediately lifting her up and pushing her down flat against the table.
Reaching for her pants he pulled them down over her hips, rolled them down her calves and further down her ankles and off her feet. He wondered when her shoes had come off and where they were. He made a mental note to check if they were the same heels she had worn the other day. He recalled following her through the halls to get from the treatment room to here, but his eyes had never veered from her undulating curves and he couldn’t have told you what shoes she had worn if his life depended on it.
He dropped her pants at his feet and mumbled his approval at the reappearance of his now favourite pair of her underwear. If he had his way she would only ever again wear green underwear. He smiled at her, a rare smile that reached all the way to his eyes and asked, "Slytherin Green underwear my dear?" Hermione’s giggle seemed rather misplaced but it was a moment of acknowledging that this was real and that it was more than just the intensity of the moment.
"For some reason I have always enjoyed wearing green underwear - ever since you said something about house cooperation back in my 6th year at Hogwarts. But right now my favourite would be if you would take them off please!"
And he willingly obliged. He could see how damp they were, could smell her arousal and revelled in the knowledge that he had caused that! Amazingly enough she wasn't put off by his past, by the 20 odd year age gap or anything else. She just wanted him, here and now. And he was certainly not about to say anything that may change her mind. Because Circe knew he wanted her too.
To prove it to her he peeled off the underwear, more careful with that than with any of the other clothing so far. Once they were off he stood back and stared down at her, spread out on the table yearning for him to come to her. Her auburn hair fanned out around her and he closed his eyes for a moment to memorise the picture of her. Oh how he hoped to one day see her laid out like this on his bed. She would look amazing on the backdrop of his red sheets.
He smiled at the irony and wondered if she would enjoy seeing the Griffindorish colour.
She reached out for him to draw him down to her body. She yearned to feel him pressed up tightly against her skin. He ran his hands down over her hips and thighs and back up again over her ribs towards her shoulders. She mewled in distress, yearning for his hands to make contact with her most sensitive spots. He ran his hands down the same path again – slowly, so agonisingly slowly trying to cover over every part of her. He saw the scars and blemishes she had gained during the war - Dolohov's mark from the fight at the Ministry - and he leaned down to kiss it sensing her fear over his reaction to it.
He crooned softly to her skin and the telling vibration sent tingles running up her spine and into her brain, turning her to mush. Before she went totally slack she managed to push at his pants and mumble "Off! Off!" He grinned down at her, "Off?" She sighed impatiently at his deliberate obtuseness and pushed him back a bit. She slid to the edge of the table and onto the floor in front of him. He stared at her - now it was his turn to be studied and to feel overawed by her boldness.
She ripped open his pants pulling them down; over his hips over his knees and down to his feet where he willingly stepped out of them. She sucked in a breath to see his black cotton boxers tented so tightly and she ran her hands around his waist to cup his ass. "Mmmmm!" She growled thinking of Ginny’s earlier innuendo about blowing Severus away. She pulled her hands back up and around and slipped them into the top of his boxers and down his hips. His skin felt electric to her - hot to the touch and so silky smooth.
Down his boxers went and his member sprang out at her. Fiercely proud and so ready for her.
She forgot about the boxers down by his feet and stared for a long moment. Just stared. As she licked her lips to relieve some of the sudden parched feeling in her mouth he looked down and saw his member jump towards her moist mouth. Pressing one single chaste kiss to his weeping tip she stood up slowly, running her body over his till she stood with her face just at his shoulder. She went up on her tip toes and buried her face in his neck, taking a moment to smell and taste the delicate skin there.
He couldn't wait any more –he could feel himself pulsing against her belly. With a feral growl he picked her up again and wrapped her legs around his waist. He walked her back over to the table and sat her on it. But not before revelling in the feel of her skin on his skin. She felt right in his arms and he couldn't find the words to say so. So instead he set out to show her how right this was. Dream be damned! He was determined to not mess this up! He wanted her too badly, wanted this so much it made him ache even more to think about anything beyond this moment.
How had neither of them ever noticed how right they were for each other? Incredible really - perhaps she had just been born about 15 years too late.
Never mind that - she was here, he was here and here is where they would come together in a glorious burst of their own magic.
And magic it was as he finally frantically pushed into her. This was not to be a slow and sweet coupling. This was the frenzied act of desperation. The urgency of dreams left unfulfilled.
It felt so right, they worked so well together as they found their own rhythm and danced to it in the age-old dance of man and woman. Her hips thrust up to meet his and he heard her mumbling nonsense words over and over as he pushed up harder and faster into her.
He could feel the air around them changing, crackling with the unrestrained latent magic within them. As they moved as one he heard a roaring in his ears and as shouted out her name he heard her calling his name over and over – more a litany than spoken words. They tumbled to their peak together and lay in a tangled heap panting as they felt the final tremors shudder through both their bodies.
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