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Master of the Senses	By : shsa0702 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 29781 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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SUMMER IS HERE!!! Hopefully now that I’ve entered into a (mostly!) 2 ½ month stretch of vacation I can update a bit more. Thank you to those who have been patient and stuck with the story. I promise good things are coming!
ReaperGirl – I agree with Snape hiding something and I think you will enjoy this chapter very much!
LunaRose – Embarrassingly enough the premise for this story (teaching through the 5 senses) comes from one of my own personal lessons about the 5 senses that I use when teaching one of my own science classes. (but those are definitely more G rated!)
Clem - *blushes* Thank you for the compliments, I hope you enjoy reading this next chapter just as much as I enjoyed writing it!

It seemed that what Snape had predicted turned out to be exactly what Hermione deserved. Although she had changed out of her wet clothes immediately and spent the rest of the day prior relaxing on the couch in front of the fire, she awoke the next morning with a pounding headache and clogged sinuses.
She moved slowly through her living quarters, feeling sluggish and clumsy but determine to be on time. She haphazardly threw on a pair of jeans with a thick knit sweater to ward off the cold of the dungeons that she could already feel seeping into her bones. The simple black robe that followed was only slightly wrinkled, and as a reminder of yesterday she also grabbed a thick woolen traveling cloak as an afterthought.
With no appetite to speak of she was able to save herself a little time by skipping breakfast, and found herself outside the door of Snape’s classroom. She shuffled in, and murmured a congested ‘Good Morning Sir’ in his general direction.
She sat in her regular seat without question and set her traveling cloak on the stool next to her. Snape made his way across the classroom to her, his face a mask of indifference and challenging to read. He was dressed in his usual; black frock coat buttoned all the way to the collar, crisp white Oxford underneath, and his traditional black slacks.
“Today Miss Granger we will work on identifying a variety of ingredients by smell. Since yesterday’s lesson seemed to present itself with some…difficulties, we will remain within the classroom today.”
Hermione tried not to let loose an audible sigh of relief, knowing that the rain from yesterday had continued into today with chilly weather and a gloomy overcast above the castle. She had been hoping that whatever direction Snape chose for them to continue their work today would at least allow them reprieve from the unfortunate weather.
“With that being said,” Snape continued, “let us go over to the workbench and begin.”
Hermione stood, her legs feeling achy and weak beneath her, and proceeded to follow him over to the workbench. Once there, she wasn’t surprised when he pulled out the familiar blindfold and instructed her to turn around. She felt the strip of cloth placed gently over her eyes, and strangely enough felt her body relax as it was tightened and secured among her mass of curls. Her sense of focus began to drift as she envisioned crawling back into her blissfully comfortable bed, and distantly she could hear Snape instructing her to be ready for the first ingredient.
She shook her head a bit, trying to regain focus and preparing herself for the first scent. Her head felt heavy, almost like it was full of cotton. She swallowed in an attempt to clear the dryness in her throat, and could sense the first ingredient being held a short distance in front of her. She leaned in, and attempted a pitiful sniffle.
Nothing.
Again she tried, and this time she let loose a woeful attempt at detecting the scent in front of her, but did manage to display a rather successful effort in alluding to the current state of her congestion.
“Well?” Snape’s deep baritone cut through her pathetic attempts at detecting the aroma. She could sense the object, whatever it may have been, was withdrawn from the vicinity of her person.
“Ummm….could I perhaps try again? I couldn’t quite smell it the first time.”
Hermione felt a tickle in her nose, and involuntarily let loose a sneeze.
She heard Snape sigh, and could almost see him gripping the bridge of his nose as he murmured, “Wait here a second Miss Granger.”
His heavy footfalls could be heard as he made his way across the classroom. Hermione heard the creak of a cabinet, and him rummaging around. She tried discreetly to sniffle, and could feel the heat in her face although it was difficult to tell whether the color that adorned her cheeks was from embarrassment or the shivers that were beginning to course throughout her body.
She attempted to wrap her robes around her a bit more tightly; the dungeons seemed colder today than she had remembered. Wistfully, she thought of her woolen traveling cloak that lay draped over the stool and longed to retrieve it and wrap that around herself as well. She heard the creak of the cabinet closing, and his footsteps draw nearer as he returned.
“Try this one Miss Granger.” Hermione again attempted her pathetic snuffling twice more before she heard the clink of a vial and nearly jumped as she felt his cool hands reach around her head and untie the blindfold.
As it came off she blinked in an attempt to clear her vision and adjust her eyes to the light. Set directly in front of her on the workbench was unmistakably a vial of Pepper-Up potion.
She immediately felt the heat flood her cheeks, and cast her gaze downward in a look of sheepishness. He took another step towards her, and Hermione startlingly felt his cool finger draw her chin upwards and connected her gaze with his own. He withdrew his finger, and Hermione watched in embarrassed curiosity as he unbuttoned the tight sleeve of his frock coat and tugged the sleeve upward to expose the bottom of his forearm. Upon the underside, Hermione could see just the bottom of his faded Mark but had little time to dwell on it as he drew his wrist upwards and laid it flat upon her forehead.
She felt the tingle in her skin as the coolness of his wrist made contact with her fevered brow, and concentrated on not allowing her eyes to flutter closed as she became hyperaware of how her body relaxed under his touch. She did however let loose a breath, and allowed her shoulders to sag just slightly.
He let out an exasperated sigh. “It seems Miss Granger that world has decided your consequence for yesterday extended a bit beyond a sore ankle. Unfortunately for us, this also means today’s lesson emphasizing the sense of smell is rather pointless.”
He withdrew his forearm and picked the gently steaming vial off of the workbench. Handing it to her, his expression changed to that of a chastising nature.
“It is clear that you have a fever and are possibly a bit dehydrated. We will have further work to make up for later this week considering this is the second lost day of instruction, but for now the only thing you should be doing Miss Granger is getting yourself to bed.”
Hermione reached to take the vial, and felt their fingers connect. Through the fogginess of her mind, she was still able to detect the energy between them as they made contact. It lingered for just a moment before he withdrew his hand. She downed the potion and bowed her head downward guilty as she returned the now empty vial to the workbench.
Awkwardly, she could feel the steam begin to pour out of her ears and the pressure begin to lessen in her sinuses.
“Thank you Master Snape. I apologize for the inconvenience…again.” Before turning to leave, she snuck a glance and could’ve sworn she saw a slightly amused smirk upon his face.
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When Hermione made her way back to her quarters, she followed Snape’s advice and immediately made her way to the bedroom. Taking off her rumpled black robe, she carelessly tossed it over the back of a chair before divesting the rest of her clothing to the floor.
Normally she would have taken to time to keep her items neatly stored away, but the only thing currently on her mind was to get her sore and aching body to bed. Digging around in the bottom drawer of her armoire, she found the pale lavender nightgown that was her favorite. She tossed it over it head and as she pulled it downwards she reveled in the relief it provided. Although she was still shivering a bit, the thin cotton material was breathable and well worn material felt heavenly on her flushed skin.
Realizing her wand was across the room in her robe, she didn’t bother to light a fire in the grate and instead, body aching, she tiredly climbed into bed and settled in underneath the covers. She closed her eyes, relaxing in the delightful state of hovering between drowsiness and sleep. Finally, with an exhausted sigh she found herself giving into fatigue and drifting off into a dreamless slumber.
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When Hermione awoke she could’ve sworn she’d heard a knock at her bedroom door. She sat up and glanced at the clock across her room and was startled to find it was now late afternoon. She had been asleep for nearly five hours.
Looking around the room, it appeared just as she had left it when she had fallen asleep. Her robe lay hastily thrown over the chair in the corner, her clothing tossed about on the floor around her bed. Rubbing her tongue dryly along the roof of her mouth, she heard Snape’s voice about being possibly dehydrated echo in her head. Begrudgingly she flipped the covers over and padded barefoot across the flagstone to the doorway.
The cool air of the dungeons caused her flesh to goosepimple, and she hastily drew open the door only to be met with Snape standing before her, a tray being balanced by one hand and the other raised in a closed fist as if to knock on her door.
“Master Snape!” She took a quick back step in surprised. Not knowing he had been standing on the other side, she had nearly run into the man.
Snape cleared his throat, returning his raised fist to help balance the tray with almost an uneasy look on his face. She also noticed that there seemed to be a leather bound booked tucked gracefully under his arm.
“Erm…can I help you?” Hermione surveyed the man before her, now noticing that the tray he held out in front of his body seemed to contain a bowl, some silverware, a small vial, along with a teacup and a pot of what she could only assume was tea.
Awkwardly, he cleared his throat again. “Being that your scholarly well-being was placed in my care, I wanted to verify the status of your health. I did knock upon the entrance to your quarters, but there was no answer.”
“Having brought you to this location yesterday,” here Snape managed a forgiving expression as he paused in his explanation, “I was privy to your password and thought it…appropriate to ensure that you are taking proper care of yourself in order to resume your learning as quickly as possible.”
Hermione struggled not to grin, despite the residual discomfort of her illness making itself known through her now scratchy throat, clogged sinuses, and pounding headache.
“That is…very kind.” Hermione’s voice softened perceptively as she realized that he was effectively checking up on her, even if he did have the excuse of his intentions being purely academically driven.
He glanced around the room and his expression returned almost immediately to his mask of irritated annoyance. “I assume by your lack of a water glass, teacup, or goblet that you have not been properly hydrating yourself?” Although both his physical and vocal outward expression displayed a well-practiced aggravation, Hermione could sense underneath there was almost an endearing quality with which he chastised her. After all, one could only achieve a certain level of intimidation while holding a dinner tray.
“I suppose not,” Hermione began remorsefully, “although that was my intention just now. I was just so exhausted when I got back that the first thing I did was change and climb into bed.”
She saw his gaze flicker down to her pastel nightgown, and realized that the cool dungeon air that had caused her arms to goosepimple just moments ago had also caused her nipples to stand quite at attention. With her nightgown being the only article of clothing she had deemed necessary, it was rather apparent through the thin cotton material. Following his gaze downward she immediately noticed the twin peaks poking through the nearly transparent cloth, and hastily crossed her arms.
Glancing upward, she met his onyx stare and realized that he must’ve noticed as well. Averting his eyes, he waved his hand through the air and a roaring fire cast itself into the fireplace. He brusquely made his way into her room and towards her night stand. “Well there is no longer a need to be out of bed, I have brought you the appropriate nourishment along with a second dose of Pepper-Up.”
With his last step towards her nightstand his foot caught on the jeans she had so carelessly tossed upon the floor. Holding the tray out in front of himself, he must have not been able to see them littered about on the floor.
She wouldn’t really have given it a second thought, except that when she had taken them off she had also removed her underwear in one quick step. Those, along with her jeans, were now tangled around his right foot. As if it couldn’t have gotten any worse Hermione had simply reached for the pair that was at the top of her drawer that morning in her current state of illness, which was a bright red lace that she hardly ever wore. Littered next to her bed was the bra that she had also worn, somehow miraculously a matching set which she couldn’t even seem to achieve on days when she was well.
Snape set the tray and his book down, and then reached downward to retrieve the items entangling his boot. When he realized exactly what he was holding, a rare flush of pink tinged his cheeks.
“It would seem Miss Granger, that you’ve also left some of your clothing items about.” He held the items gingerly in his hands, almost as if he wasn’t sure what to do with them. “It would not be wise to leave them laying around lest you trip on them in your current state.”
The rosiness in her cheeks at seeing her underthings contrast starkly against Snape’s fair skin, and the flickering light of the fire seemed to highlight the distinct color on both her face and the panties held by him even more. Her face burned and she was certain that her pallor nearly matched the crimson undergarments. Hermione marched hastily over, picking up her knit sweater that remained on the floor along with her lacy red bra on the way in one smooth motion and grabbed her jeans and underwear from Snape’s outstretched hands.
Balling them up and ensuring the crumpled mass contained her undergarments on the inside she set the items upon her steamer trunk that sat at the foot her of bed and mumbled a mortified, “Thank you Sir.”
Almost as if needing something to do with his hands, Snape picked up the book he had just sat down and held it up in the air as if to justify his continued presence.
“I also thought, in order to not have the entire day become a waste, we could supplement with some academic reading.”
Hermione made her way back over to the bed, making sure to keep her arms crossed in front of her chest. “That sounds ideal, however this headache I’m afraid begs to differ. The thought of reading makes me feel a bit…nauseated.”
However, it seemed that Snape had anticipated this as well. “I could read it out loud.”
Hermione tried to keep the look of surprise off of her face, but was unable to contain the small smile. “I’d like that, Sir.”
Snape walked over to the corner of the room that housed her armchair, gently took her rumpled robe and placed it on the steamer trunk along with her other clothes, and wandlessly levitated the piece of furniture until it was placed near her bedside before setting it down.   He took off his frock cloak and laid it across the back of the chair, remaining in his white Oxford as he had done before during their lunch sessions.
Hermione settled herself into bed, making sure the comforter came up well past her chest. Rolling up his sleeves, Snape handed her the tray which she placed across her lap before settling himself into the armchair, and hesitated before reaching around to a pocket in his coat and taking out a pair of rectangular reading glasses. He aimed one raised eyebrow towards her, almost as if daring her to mention them. Hermione remained silent, although the small smile apologetically made its return. She leaned back into the pillows as he cracked open the book and began to read out loud.
“Alchemists enjoyed prestige and support through the centuries, though not for their pursuit of those goals, nor the mystic and philosophical speculation that dominates their literature…”
Hermione allowed his deep baritone to wash over her, and settled back amongst the pillows at the head of her bed. She poured herself a cup of tea, her favorite earl grey, and reached for the vial of Pepper-Up. Feeling the familiar burn as the steam exited her ears, she noticed a slight smirk grace his features, although he did not break in his reading and his tone remained the same.
She began on the soup, realizing just how parched her throat was. As he read, he would stop occasionally while they discussed the academic merit of the literature. Eventually, Snape summoned himself another teacup and ended up pouring himself a cup as well. They remained this way for some time, both enjoying their tea and discussing the history of potion making and it prevalence through the manuscript.
Hermione felt her headache and the shivers that had plagued her body give way to a light sheen across her skin, and eventually the comforter had made it’s way down around her waist as she found herself becoming quite warm. A comfortable sense of familiarity seemed to wash over them, and before long she had finished both the soup and they had the teapot refilled twice over.
Eventually, Snape stood to stretch and Hermione glanced at the clock. It was nearly six in the evening. Turning towards her beside and leaning across with one knee on the side of her bed, Snape placed his wrist once more against her forehead.
“It would seem that your fever has broken Miss Granger.”
His arm dropped, and in doing so his hand unintentionally grazed against the side of her breast. They both froze, and Hermione could see the unreadable uncertainty in his gaze. They remained that way for a moment, and Hermione could sense the tension between them building. Slowly she leaned forward, mouth slightly parted open, and as Snape’s hand came up to entangle itself in her mass of curls she felt her eyelids flutter closed.
Drawing her closer to him Hermione held her breath in anticipation, but upon feeling his lips meeting against her brow they flickered open again. Laying a gentle kiss upon her forehead, he remained for a moment.
“It is late,” he murmured against her, “You should be getting your rest and it is time I took my leave.”
He released her gently and Hermione let loose the breath she had been holding in a silent rush. He avoided her gaze as he levitated the chair back to it’s original position, gathered his book and tray, and made his way towards the bedroom door.
He hesitated just before leaving the room, angled himself a fraction towards her and in his low baritone murmured, “Good evening Hermione.”
Closing the door behind him, Hermione slumped against pillows in frustration. Her mind swirling with confusion, she eventually drifted off to sleep once more.   However, when she awoke for the last time that evening and rose to use the bathroom and get herself another glass of water from the kitchen, she was surprised to find the woolen traveling cloak she had left in the classroom that morning folded neatly with her black robes on top of her trunk.
Realizing he must’ve returned once more to check on her she felt a small rush of affection for the man. More surprising still was the small pile of neatly folded clothes containing her jeans, sweater, and the red lacy undergarments displayed very clearly on top. Hermione flushed as she imagined his fingers delicately folding her panties whilst she slept unaware nearby. Tumbling into bed, she fell once more into a deep sleep full of mixed emotions.
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The next morning Hermione awoke feeling well rested and significantly better. After a hot shower and a bit of breakfast, she felt practically good as new. She tied her hair back and put on a comfortable set of jeans along with a floral blouse before donning a fresh pair of black robes. Making her way towards the classroom she faltered before knocking, the image of Snape’s kiss upon her forehead flashing through her mind. More confusing yet came the warmth from down below at the memory of her neatly folded undergarments upon her steamer trunk.
You are here to learn Hermione, focus!
She shook her head, willing the thoughts away lest they intrude upon today’s lesson in some embarrassing manner, much the same as her last miniscule fantasy had made itself known.
Knocking, she heard the deep bass of his voice encouraging her to enter.
“Good morning Miss Granger, feeling much better I presume?”
Hermione grinned as he made her way to her usual seat, “Yes Sir, thanks in large part to your care.”
Snape waved his hand with an air of indifference. “My job is to see that you are receiving the proper tutelage. Yesterday was merely a reassurance that your well-being is healthy and able to receive instruction.”
“Seeing that you are now able,” he continued, “Let us resume where we left off yesterday.”
Hermione followed Snape to the workbench only to be blindfolded just as she had been the day before. Indeed they began on the first ingredient that they had left off from yesterday, which turned out to be almost leisurely in the nature of identification as it was a sprig of peppermint.
The morning and afternoon continued much in that same fashion, but Snape began to challenge her by encouraging the identification of which method would release the maximum amount of scent for each ingredient. Hermione had to decide based on smell alone whether it would be more effective to crush, slice, powder, juice, or mince in order to release the greatest potency of scent. They were also discussing what effects each ingredient’s aromas provided within a potion.
They made their way through a variety of ingredients this way including pearl dust and moonstone. They compared the scent of rose thorns to rose petals, discussing the difference between each. Heady aromas compared to floral scents, peppermint paralleled with those sharp and striking in nature. Currently they were working on Ashwinder’s eggs, and Snape had Hermione struggling to determine the freshness of the product.
“The stasis of the freezing charm allows the ingredient to remain largely unchanged throughout the duration of it’s storage.”
“While that is correct Miss Granger,” She could hear it in his voice, the academic duel that they had entered many times together within the past few weeks beginning with him challenging her. “It does not allow for a complete lack of change. What difference can you detect from one egg to another?”
Hermione leaned forward and could feel the heat radiating from each of the eggs which were currently suspended in the air with a levitation charm. Her nose crinkled in an attempt to gauge the difference through the intense amount of heat emanating from the eggs.
“The one on the left has a…musky scent, almost like the smoke rising from a fire. The right one has the scent of…ash. Like the remains of a fire long burned out.”
She could hear the amusement in his voice, along with something that could only possibly be described as pride.
“What does that tell you?”
“Well…there are two factors that are able to be affected. Either the age of the ingredient when the freezing stasis charm was applied, or a variation in the timeline of the Ashwinder’s life cycle at when the egg was laid.”
“What do you believe it to be in this case Miss Granger?”
“Based upon the amount of scent that is able to radiate off with the residual heat, I would say that it is a difference of time between the application of the freezing charm.”
“Indeed you are correct, remove your blindfold.” Hermione tugged the blindfold off without bothering to untie it from behind her hazelnut tresses, eager to experience the two ingredients through more than just the sense of smell.
After they had finished their observations and discussion, Snape ordered up a plate of sandwiches and tea with which to break. As they sat finishing their meal in the classroom, Snape set his teacup down.
“Since it is late afternoon Miss Granger, this is the regular time we would finish today’s lesson. However, since we have missed out on the last two days of instruction I was wondering if you would be willing to stay later this evening to continue this particular lesson.”
“Of course Sir!” Hermione cringed inwardly at her obviously over-eager response. She couldn’t explain, but somehow her days seemed to be transforming into the moments she spent in his proximity. She felt inexplicably drawn to the time they spent together.
He regarded her carefully, “I want to be clear there is no pressure Miss Granger, the lesson this evening would be a bit more…demanding.”
Hermione straightened herself in her seat and look at him levelly, “I understand Sir. My desire is to dedicate myself solely to this field and the information and experiences it has to offer.”
“Very well, if we are finished here we shall begin the second half of this particular topic.”
He stood and banished the dinner tray along with their teacups with a wave of his hand. “The next section will encompass a potion brewed with all of the ingredients we have thus far identified and discussed this morning and through the afternoon. You will utilize your sense of smell only, although be warned that it may be unfamiliar if not unrecognizable at first.”
Hermione’s curiosity was piqued.
“Also, you would do well to keep your senses about you Miss Granger. As you’ve been cautioned before, try to keep an open mind.”
Hermione stood, and Snape withdrew the blindfold from his pocket once more. She turned without command, and he placed the blindfold over her eyes and secured it tightly. Gently, he took her hand.
“We will be venturing to one of my smaller, personal labs for this.”
Hermione felt his large hand encompassing her own, warm and comforting. The familiar sense of electricity sparked between them, but whether it was purely one-sided she couldn’t tell. He led her out of the classroom through a side door and down what she assumed was a long hallway.
They slowed to a stop, and Snape murmured an incantation. Hermione heard a door swing open, and he grasped her hand once more to pull her inside. She could feel the area of the room around them was a bit more cramped, more like the size of one of the ingredient closets. The air seemed closer in here; the ceiling high with walls surrounding them within a few feet on each side.
Then Hermione smelled it. It was strong, but unlike anything she had ever experienced. The scent alone was heady and made her feel light and giddy.
Focus Hermione! Open mind…
She strained to catch the details of the powerful scent coming from the potion in the small room.
But this doesn’t smell like…it’s similar to…
“Well Miss Granger?” Snape’s voice penetrated her train of thought, but even that seemed a bit distorted. Where his voice had once seemed rich and smooth now emitted a gravely yet strangely pleasant undertone. She felt a rush of warmth in her nether regions, and clenched her thighs tightly. His voice sounded nearly seductive.
What on Earth was happening?
“It doesn’t smell like any of the ingredients we worked with today.” To her great embarrassment, her voice came out low and husky, and she suddenly seemed hyperaware of not only her sense of smell but all of the sensations around her that were now amplified due to her lack of sight.
“What does it smell like Hermione?” Again, his voice dipped into a lower register. The richness of his voice washed over her, igniting a peculiar feeling deep inside.
“It smells…like the forest and…aged parchment of old books. There’s oak, and some kind of spice. Like…cinnamon and amber…”
It was so strong, it was completely taking over her senses unlike anything she’d ever experienced before.
“Now combine the information that you are taking in with your prior knowledge; what potion can be brewed with this particular list of ingredients but smell like another set altogether?”
Hermione felt nearly dizzy, she knew the answer should be obvious but it was like there was a mental roadblock. It was like a slow burn, taking over her senses and causing her mind to become fuzzy.
She shook her head, attempting to take a few deep breaths which only caused her to breath in more of the aroma.
If only the scent wasn’t so intoxicating…
She could feel it filling her body up in such close proximity, like an undeniable thirst being quenched.
Suddenly, through the haziness of her mind she recalled an experience like this before. In fact it was in the very classroom they had just exited before venturing to this location, but with a different professor altogether.
‘It’s suppose to smell different to each of us, according to what attracts us, and I can smell freshly mown grass and new parchment…”
Sixth year they had observed this very same potion, but without being able to visually observe it’s characteristic mother-of-pearl sheen and spiral-shaped steam rising from the cauldron it was no wonder Hermione struggled so.
The scent that she had associated with this potion felt like a long forgotten memory from her childhood, and grass and new parchment making her feel young and childish. But this scent, the oak and amber, caused a slow burn deep down and Hermione was embarrassed to feel a trace of wetness between her thighs as she pressed them together.
“This is Amortentia.” She breathed out, her voice still channeling the low seductive tones.
“Correct as usual Hermione.” Snape’s voice, if possible, dropped even lower.
Did his voice seem to move closer?
“But there is a alternative quality to this one. What is it?”
She swore she could feel his fingers tips ghosting along the side of her arms, working their way down along her robes. Hermione could feel an embarrassing sense of desire mounting within her, and struggled to think clearly through it.
“This one is…uncharacteristically strong.”
“Go on.” She could feel the tips of his fingers tracing a lazy circle around the underside of her breasts, and she felt her breath hitch in her chest. She felt her nipples harden through the thin lace of her bra and into the floral blouse she was wearing.
“It could be a larger addition of Moonstone, although that would only intensify the sense of aromatics from the potion. This one seems to be strengthened in both aroma and the effects on those around it.”
“What can cause an amplification then of both?” A zap of electricity shot through her as she swore she felt a light tug on her nipples. She struggled not to moan.
“Umm…love potions are known to have intensified effects if they are kept beyond the traditional expiration date and can be characterized by…tighter spirals emanating from the top.”
Hermione struggled to continue, feeling her breathing become heavy. “Furthermore, they can be boiled down to a further potency causing an almost reflective quality on the surface.” She could feel the heat of the room increase, and she longed to unbutton her black robe. “Lastly, if there is a pre-existing attraction it is theorized that the potion can heighten the emotional and physical properties that one may experience.”
“How can the last alternative be correctly identified?”
His voice matched hers with the huskiness, but still retained the gruffness in his undertones. She could feel herself being drawn to it, wishing for him to continue speaking if only for her to enjoy the effects it was causing to stir within her body.
“It can’t.” She faltered. “There are no physical indicators of such an effect, only the small meta-analysis studies that have been recorded using various romantic couples in conjunction with the potion. It has been recorded as an alternative aphrodisiac of sorts.”
“Remove your blindfold Miss Granger.”
Hermione didn’t hesitate in ripping it free, not bothering to loosen the knot that secured it. She was met with the burning gaze of Severus Snape and before she could even process his lips came crashing down upon hers, a raw unspoken need between them.
She moaned as his arms wrapped themselves around her frame, and she wantonly pressed her body along the length of his, molding herself to him like clay. The thought to glance at the potion that resided next to them in order to look for the telltale sign of the tightened spirals or perhaps the existence of a reflective quality in order to determine the nature of the potency went out the window as she felt a hardness being pressed firmly into her hip.
Instinctively she began to grind her hips against his and he let out a low groan that resonated in her core.
“You’ve been driving me wild these past few weeks witch.” He growled as he ground his erection into the junction of her hips and made his way further down her neck, leaving a trail of kisses along her jaw line down to her collarbone. He nipped her gently and she moaned, wrapping her hands within his black tresses as she encouraged him to continue his journey south along her body.
“The flushed look you get upon your face, glimpses of you in the bath during that blasted tease of a memory, those red lacy knickers…”
Hermione leaned over, the words spilling shamelessly from her lips to whisper in his ear, “I’ve been thinking about you too Severus.”
She groaned as he nipped her again. “I’ve been thinking about your hands on my body, what they would feel like as I pleasure myself.”
Snape growled as he tore her robe open, exposing her floral blouse underneath. In nearly a frenzied pace, Hermione shrugged her robe to the ground as he struggled to wrestle the blouse from her body. Raising her arms above her shoulder he freed her of that clothing item as well. Clad in only her jeans and bra, he took a second to gaze hungrily at the sight before him.
Thanking her lucky stars above, Hermione has chosen that day to wear what she considered her most sultry underwear set; a dusty rose color that cupped her breasts beautifully with just a hint of her nipples peeking through the lace. Severus placed a hand under each one, raising them to meet his mouth as he kissed and licked her flushed skin.
She whimpered as he suckled her nipples through the lace, yearning for more. Taking hold of his hands, she guided them away from her breasts and downwards to where she began to undo the button and zipper of her jeans. She felt frantic, like she would very nearly explode if she didn’t get him to touch her where she so desperately needed it.
Feeling his palm slide past her knickers, Hermione began to pant with need as she felt his fingers run along her slick arousal. She could feel the rumble of appreciation from his mouth against her chest, and cried out as he slid two fingers inside her.
“So wet…” He murmured against her. He was like a man possessed, drinking in the softness of her skin with an insatiable thirst. His thumb found the small bundle of nerves between her lips and began tracing small, lazy circles around it.
Bucking against his hand involuntarily, she whimpered with a feverish need. Reaching across, she found his rock hard length tenting impressively through his slacks and palmed the length of it. He grunted, and moved his head upwards again to meet her mouth once more, this time his tongue sliding in along hers almost as if expressing his desire of another certain part of his anatomy.
Hermione could feel the pleasure building, knowing that she was moments away from climaxing against his hand.
“Stop…stop,” She panted, “Severus, wait.” He pulled back, a foreign look of confusion across his face.
“I’m getting too close…too quickly.” A gentle smirk graced his features, making him look boyishly handsome. But along with the smirk came another look, this one a soft realization.
“Miss Granger, this…this was a lesson meant to instruct your academic needs.”
Gently, he withdrew his hand from her knickers. Hermione could see her slick arousal coating them, and almost protested at their absence.
“Apapneo!”
Suddenly, Hermione felt a rush along her airway. In doing so she felt a sense of clarity, and along with it a sense of embarrassment at how wantonly she had displayed herself mere seconds ago.
Snape followed his first incantation with a containment charm for the softly simmering Amortentia alongside them as he opened the door and ushered Hermione out into the hallway. Taking a deep breath, she was able to clear her senses completely of the overpowering effects of the Amortentia.
Handing her blouse back to her, Hermione’s face burned with the humiliation of rejection despite the fact that their condition had only been brought about from a simple potion. It seemed however that Snape could sense this, and as she replaced her blouse and fastened her jeans he turned towards her with a trace of the smolder in his gaze that she had observed when they first stepped into his closet laboratory.
He raised an eyebrow as he regarded her and swallowed subtly, as if pausing to choose his next words very carefully. “If this is a route we are choosing to follow, let it be on terms where we are not in the circumstances of teacher and student.”
Returning her robe as well he stated, “Let us take some time, finish this week of instruction and if this is something you desire to continue, return to me this weekend and we can discuss it.”
“Yes Sir.” Her voice was still shaky from their hurried encounter, and while the heady rush she had experienced moments ago was gone, she could still feel the now growing ache of her missed climax. Judging from the bulge he still sported beneath his frock coat, Snape was in much of the same situation.
Hermione turned to go, already thinking about how the first thing she was going to do upon arriving back at her rooms was to frig herself senseless.
“Oh, and Miss Granger.” His voice, with just a hint of the lustful growl he conveyed earlier, caused her to turn back around as she began to retreat down the hall, “Do not think that simply because we were under the effects of this heightened aphrodisiac that I did not mean what I said.”
Hermione felt her cheeks flush with pleasure as she nodded in acknowledgement and, now more regretfully so, turned on her heel and continued back to her rooms.

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