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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: Thanks everyone for taking the time to read and chat to me about this quirky little number. I hope you got a laugh out of it if nothing else. All final thoughts appreciated. DSx

Oracle – Yes I wondered if the stove reference was too oblique – glad you got it. Thanks for the comma. You also pointed out a missing word in your pasting so thanks for that too. I thought you already had plenty of cock portraits in your room? – I guess you can never have too many. ‘A cock-centric art show perhaps? I'll be the first in line’ – Bahahahaha.

Anon for now – don’t apologise for not reviewing. I feel extremely lucky to have so much feedback from kind people. It’s why I keep writing. I’m glad you’re not suffering too badly :). Dick wallpaper – mmmm, disembodied would probably make a better pattern, you’re right. ‘Hopefully they will be good therapy for each other’ – I have a feeling they will. Please keep reviewing in the future.

Bitchandmoan – it’s funny because I put a greeting in my last A/N thinking it was you but deleted it. I had thought of making Hermione string him along a bit more but I’m glad I didn’t. He’s a pretty vulnerable Snape this one and needs a bit of understanding. I’m glad you got the bunny ref too – I never know if what’s funny in my head is going to be funny to others. I love that you are giving Hermione encouraging cackles. Yes, I’m glad you have noticed that his personality has evolved without the drink. ‘Showing of confidence, compassion, and acceptance. The world needs more Hermiones’ – I loved this.

HG4eva – ‘I am glad they found each other, because no one else would be okay with half of this.’ – I really liked that. Maybe there is someone out there for everyone?

Chapter 7 – The Grapest love of all

“You must be hungry.” The girl behind the checkout smiled at him as she packed the tub of ice-cream, jar of chocolate sauce and can of whipped cream into a bag.

“Indeed.” He responded with what felt like a genuine smile. When had that happened? Smiling?

She raised an eyebrow as she handed him the bag.

She knows you’re going to be eating that out of someone’s pussy.

Perhaps she’s imagining me eating it out of hers. That shut his rational mind up. It seemed to have trouble insulting him when he refused to be ashamed.

With a spring in his step and a whistle on his lips, he apparated to Hermione’s flat and found her inside, lying on a large piece of white canvas in the middle of the floor.

“Performance art?” he inquired as he slid the groceries onto the table. “Let me guess - ‘Shrouded Tumbleweed’? ‘Woman Rolling in Sheet’?”

She smirked at the ceiling. “No, this one is going to be more like: ‘Man and Woman enjoying an incredibly messy afternoon of tea and sex’.”

He approached her, already unbuttoning his coat. “I’ve never been much of an artist,” he admitted, kicking off his boots. “But I’ll give it a go—for art’s sake.”

She grinned as she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them over her hips, collecting her knickers and socks on the way, before tossing them all aside. Sitting up, she slid off her shirt and threw it in the pile. She hadn’t even bothered with a bra—there was only one important thing planned for the day.

Severus stepped out of his trousers and stood over her, cock already on high alert.

“Have I told you how much I love your dick,” she breathed, watching it twitch in response.

“Once or twice,” he muttered.

“Have I also told you how much I love cream horns?”

He snorted. It didn’t take a genius to work out where this was going. “Yes. I believe that was after I told you how partial I am to an ice-cream sandwich.”

She smiled openly at him before slowly leaning forward and licking the pre-cum from the tip of his knob.

She looked up at him as she licked her lips. “Not a bad drop.”

“There’s plenty more where that came from.” His voice was low and gravelly as he stepped in closer to her.

Grasping his silky shaft, she stroked it gently. “I’m glad to hear it, as this art work is going to need everything . . . you’ve . . . got.”

He sighed as his chest inflated with a mixture of excitement and desire.

“But first.” She stopped mid-stroke. “We’re going to need supplies.”

Using his hand, and partly his cock, to pull herself up, she retrieved food items from the fridge and table, placing them around the canvas. Then she collected his supplies from the bag and set them beside the others. Finally, she went to a cupboard and returned with a bottle of red wine.

“I thought we could share this?”

Severus’ mouth immediately flooded with saliva at the prospect, but he shook his head. “Sorry, I don’t drink.”

Her eyebrows lifted momentarily before she smiled. “Then neither will I.”

Placing the bottle on the table, she led him by the hand onto the canvas.

“Now we both know you’re not very good at cleaning up after yourself.” A knowing glint danced in her eyes. “But on this occasion that’s perfectly acceptable.” She grasped both of his hands. “I want you to be as messy as possible. To cover this entire thing. We’re painting what comes from within . . . in every sense.”

Her mock solemnity and blatant insinuations had him smiling again. And this time he didn’t try to stop it.

“You can start.” She released his hands and watched with interest as if his choice of medium and method of application were important to her.

Severus eyed the items around them and settled upon an enticing mound of fresh raspberries. He couldn’t imagine anything more vibrant against her creamy skin. Crouching down, he picked up the bowl and scooped out a handful before dropping a pile into his mouth and gliding the rest down her warm back. Rubbing them against her skin, he held her to him while he lowered his mouth to hers and crushed the ripe fruit between their lips, juice dribbling down their chins and splashing the canvas with scarlet.

They licked the raspberry flesh from each other’s faces as he grabbed another handful and crushed it between his fingers, rubbing a liberal smear over one of her breasts and trailing it down her abdomen in a gaudy sash before allowing the pulpy drops to trickle from his fingers in an arc around his feet. Hermione’s head tilted as she watched the pattern evolve and Severus could tell that this was just as important to her as a creative process, as it was a sexual encounter.

“Your turn,” he murmured, his voice reverberating through her chest.

Crushing further raspberries underfoot, she picked up a shivering bowl of dark purple jelly. Scooping out a handful she pressed it against his chest, allowing it to squeeze between her fingers and spatter in glistening lumps over the canvas between them.

The next handful she held under his chin. “I believe you’re particularly fond of grape?”

Before he could respond, she smeared it over his mouth. His lips parted and he swallowed what was pressed between them, before engulfing her fingers and sucking them hard into his mouth. She caught her breath.

“I’ll be even more impressed if you can do that with . . . my . . . grape,” she murmured, her eyelids sinking lower over her dilated pupils.

His tongue suddenly flicked out between her fingers and laved up between them.

“Fuck,” she moaned, leaning against him. “I’m already painting my own thighs and we’ve barely even started.”

Scooping another handful from the bowl, she rubbed the purple jelly down his clenching abdomen before sliding a mound over his cock, letting it drip over the sides onto the canvas.

The cool slickness of it was surprisingly pleasant and became even moreso when she knelt down and began to lick a path through the glistening purple coating. Working her way across the top of his cock, she licking around the edges before continuing along the rough seam on the underside. She finished by engulfing his head and sucking on it, licking all remnants of grape from around the corona with a firm swirl of her tongue.

He grasped one of her cheeks with raspberry-coated fingers and gently placed the other on the back of her head as she bobbed and sucked. A deep groan escaped his lips as extreme visual and sensual pleasure crashed together inside him and he realised that he was going to have to prise her away soon if he was going to be doing any painting that wasn’t simply on the insides of her throat.

Grasping her chin, he gently pressed his thumb into the corner of her mouth to break the seal. She finally opened her eyes from her almost hypnotic trance and pulled back to let his red, glistening member pop free.

He joined her on his knees before leaning her backwards, an arm behind her for support, until she was lying flat on the canvas, jelly and raspberries squelching under her bare skin. Reaching over, he grabbed a mango from another bowl, tearing off the skin with his teeth and dropping it onto the canvas before biting into the soft, thick flesh and fusing his mouth with hers so they could both devour it with writhing tongues.

The second bite he held in his mouth. Sliding down her body, he sucked one nipple in beside the soft fruit. Working with this tongue and teeth, he pressed and rubbed the flesh against her sensitive nub, causing her to moan and delve her sticky fingers into his hair, wriggling against the canvas. When he gave her other nipple a mouthful, thin rivulets of mango juice and saliva ran down her skin, pooling beneath her.

Throwing the remaining mango aside, he grabbed a banana and broke it in half, pulling out the flesh and placing it between his lips with the smooth end sticking out. She made to bite at it but he pulled away with a small shake of his head, before slithering back down her body. He trailed the tip of the banana lightly between her lips, over her clit and then pushed it down to her dripping opening where he rubbed it about in her juices before taking bite after bite until his mouth was lapping and licking and swallowing a heady mixture of banana and arousal.

She bucked against him with each bite and continued to clutch his locks, groaning with each of his intrusions into her hole. Then suddenly, grasping him tightly between her thighs, she flipped him over like a wrestler.

“Wriggle up here Banana-man.” Her voice was hoarse with desire.

Pushing with his feet, he slid along the canvas, fruit and jelly squishing beneath him, until he was face to face with her and she was straddling his waist.

“As much as I love you au naturel. I think I’m going to have to add a few . . . toppings.”

Reaching for another bowl, she scooped up a mixture of blueberries and strawberries, squeezing them in her fists before smearing them over his pale, muscular torso. Flicking the flesh onto the canvas she grabbed more and rubbed it behind her, liberally coating his his thighs.

Then she picked up a bowl of cold custard and proceeded to pour it all over him before lying flat against his stomach and squeezing their bodies together. Locking her lips on his, she proceeded to snog him as they rolled over the canvas, their bodies smearing and spreading fruit, juice, custard and jelly in writhing waves.

When they finally came up for air, Severus reached for the tub of ice-cream. “I think this might be melting.”

“It’s going to be melting a whole lot more where it’s going.”

Hermione took the tub from him, flipped off the lid and dug into it with her fingers. Without breaking eye-contact she trailed it lightly down her stomach until she reached her mound where she spread her thighs and wiped it up into her snatch.

“I want to see how far that Slytherin tongue can reach,” she said before crawling up his body, ice-cream dripping from her pussy until she straddled his face.

“Your ice-cream sandwich,” she murmured as she lowered herself down onto his mouth.

Hooking his arms around her thighs, he enacted his ice-cream fantasy to the letter until she was so close to coming that she had to put her hands on either side of his head and hold him still.

Her eyes were closed and she was panting, willing herself back from the edge.

Finally, she could speak. “I want us to come on this canvas together. Can you make me squirt?”

“Of course.”

She smiled and wriggled down to lap the ice-cream and arousal from his lips and face.

“Have I told you how much I love your tongue?” she whispered as she licked.

“I am not posing for tongue pictures.” He spoke into her open mouth and her laughter burst back into his.

Reaching for her wand, she unscrewed the jar of chocolate sauce and cast a heating spell until it was runny but not uncomfortable to touch. Turning around so she was straddling him in the opposite direction, she proceeded to drizzle the heated sauce over his cock.

He grunted as the slick warmth coated him. Then she grabbed the can of cream and fluffed it around his balls, turning his cock into a chocolate sundae.

“Okay your turn.” She handed the sauce and cream to him before rolling them both over so that his cock was dangling above her mouth and he was looking down into her dripping pussy. He poured the chocolate sauce liberally over her slit, letting it run down through her crack, before creaming it up with squirts from the can.

Before he’d even finished, he felt her grab his cheeks and pull them down toward her, followed by the sensation of his hot chocolate cock delving into her eager mouth. With a groan, he pushed her legs apart and immediately buried his face in the cream pie he’d just created, feasting hungrily on the exquisite fleshy morsels that he discovered within. He paid particular attention to her ‘grape’, sucking on and swirling around it until she was crying out for mercy.

Be careful what you wish for.

As he worked his way down to her flooded opening, she was given better access to his balls and began licking the cream from them as she pumped his shaft.

Merlin! That felt too good.

His hips were thrusting of their own accord and he clenched his buttocks to try to control them as his tongue delved deep inside her, revelling in the food tour of her body.

Pulling her knees up and spreading her wider, he licked down from her pussy to her perineum before flicking his tongue into the tight ring of muscle below. Meanwhile, she sucked an entire testicle into her mouth.

They grunted and moaned into their respective organs, trying to focus on the task before them while the tension below was reaching breaking point.

He could feel his testicles wanting to blow and so shifted back so that she could take his cock into her mouth again, while he focused on sucking her clit and pushing two fingers up inside her, rubbing and jiggling against her front wall, looking to eject as much of her juice as possible. He used the index finger of his other hand to prod gently into her anus, knowing that would likely prolong her orgasm.

“Uunnnhhhh,” she cried as his rubbing and prodding triggered an explosive orgasm that caused her entire body to spasm and her channel to erupt around his fingers, ejecting squirt after squirt of juices onto the canvas as he continued to thrust and suck at her.

And then he was there. Releasing her clit from his lips he grunted, “I’m coming!” Before she directed his cock away from her face and jerked him till his come started spurting out beside her. She aimed it around her head as he bucked within her fist, spreading his seed as far across the canvas as she could.

They each pumped and stroked the other until they had wrung out their final releases and then collapsed in a heaving pile of sticky bliss.

When they finally rolled off the canvas, Severus looked down at the multi-coloured textures congealing on the surface.

“Isn’t that going to start to go off sometime soon?” he asked.

Hermione took out her wand. “Not with a preservation spell,” she said, casting the incantation that would prevent it from spoiling over time.

“So is this one for your personal collection or for sale?” he asked, putting his arm around her, drawing her to his side.

“I’m not sure. I might have a bit of a plan,” she said with an air of mystery. “I’ve enchanted the canvas so that it does something special. Watch.”

Suddenly, the canvas went completely blank.

Oops, something’s fucked up.

But then he saw it, the first scarlet drips of raspberry juice, appearing in the centre, followed by raspberry pulp in a flickering arc. It was faster than real time, sped up by several fold so that it looked like a moving picture, growing and evolving. Smears of purple and small explosions of raspberry as food items were crushed and ground into the canvas, followed by bursts of mango, smears of strawberry, blueberry and custard, drizzles of chocolate, clouds of cream and sprays of come. And then it started all over again from blank.

“It’s like the moving photograph incantations but I developed this for paintings, especially ones where the creative process is far more interesting than the product.”

Hermione put her arm around Severus as they gazed at it, each internally re-living the acts that the images represented.

Finally, she tugged on his arm. “I think we’d better get cleaned up. My shower’s tiny but I think we’ll both fit if you can slot this,” she put her hand on his cock, “away somewhere.”

“I can slot that wherever you like,” Severus growled in her ear before she grinned and dragged him toward the stairs.

***

A month later, Professor McGonagall caught him whistling on his way out of the Potions laboratory.

“I must say, Severus, you’re looking very well these days.” The older woman looked up into his face.

He smiled in return. “I am feeling well Minerva. It must be the Spring air.”

She gave him a curious look. “Yes, perhaps.”

He nodded to her and was about to take his leave when she said. “Have you seen our new purchase for the Dungeon corridor?”

He stopped. “I’m not sure I know what you mean.”

“Come this way.” She took him by the arm and led him further down the corridor to a large flat structure leaning against the wall, draped in a cloth.

“Mr Filch is about to mount it but it’s such a fascinating piece, I thought you should see it since you will likely pass it every day.”

With a flick of her wand, she dropped the sheet to show the art work. And for some reason he wasn’t surprised.

“We bought it from a gallery in London. Apparently it’s by a young up-and-coming artist.”

Oh, she’s up-and-coming alright.

“I’ve had it in my office for the past few days and I just find myself watching it, mesmerised. You see there are all sorts of things that I’ve discovered.”

“See the little flowers blooming here.”

Raspberries being squashed by Hermione’s feet.

“And this delightful shiny purple. It’s hard to believe that’s paint isn’t it?”

That’s because it’s jelly.

“And then there are these glorious bursts of orange and red and blue that seem to spread out everywhere.”

Yes, we’re rolling all over it.

“Oh and look there—it’s a type of bird.”

That’s Hermione’s bum.

“And a snake.” She smiled and nodded at the canvas.

My cock.

“But my favourite part is at the end—this beautiful waterfall effect.”

Oh fuck.

“Genius really. Whomever she is.”

Yes, she is.

“But, it has a slightly odd title.” She frowned, looking up at him.

“Oh, yes?”

“She’s called it ‘Grape Juice’.”

Epiloguette

Hermione and Severus spent two years perfecting their grape juice combination until they’d created the perfect blend. And the result, over subsequent years, was a handful of baby Granger/Snapes better known (thanks Oracle) as Baby Grapes.

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