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The Massage	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 52203 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A/N: I do apologize for the hiatus. No excuses, but I think I have at least one chapter of updates. A second one in the works.

For a moment his lips were pressed against hers. They were full, and not that she’d ever really imagined how they would feel, they somehow felt exactly as she had imagined. Hermione parted her lips slightly; leaning into him. But then she was falling back; tumbling apart from him. She opened her eyes and was met with the scowling glare of Severus Snape. He had pushed her back; with his hands firm on her shoulders and was now glaring at her. “Get out.” He hissed.

            Hermione stared at him with her eyes wide and disbelieving. “You are impossible!” she shouted. She cried out as she was pushed back against the wall, her shoulders landing hard against the cool stone. “Oh!”

            Severus pinned both hands firm on her shoulders and glared at her. “I am not the one who insists on throwing herself at me!” he snarled, his body pressed quite close to hers. She could feel his breath close and hot against her neck and Hermione closed her eyes for a moment and swallowed hard.

            “I am not throwing myself at you,” she said, her words sliding out level. She was straining to maintain control of her voice, and trying hard not to tremble at his closeness. “But you have put me in quite a situation—”

            Her words were silenced against the flesh of his palm as he pressed his hand against her mouth. “Miss Granger,” he seethed. “We are not discussing this.” He drew in a shaking breath and she noticed that his shoulder was trembling slightly. “Do not make me repeat myself. Get out of my bathroom. Now.” He pulled his hand back from her mouth and stepped back from where he had pinned her against the wall. Severus moved to stand in front of the shower, the curtain bristling as he brushed against it.

            Hermione squared her shoulders as she stood up straight and moved slowly off the wall. As she passed him she crossed her arms tight over her chest and muttered, “It’s not my fault you have a problem.”

Rough, strong arms were grabbing her from behind and she was flung around to face him. She whimpered once more as he spun her roughly around forcing her forward into the shower. She stumbled as she tripped over the ledge of the shower and threw her arms out to catch herself, palms meeting roughly with the tile of his shower walls. She cried out and spun around, pressing her palms hard against his, pushing back against him.

“I am not some plaything that you can find a means to an end in!”

            Severus pulled her forward, throwing an arm around her back as he did and again Hermione squeaked her protest but before she could vocalize it any further his lips were upon hers, bruising them with his intense kiss. He pressed his body against hers and she could feel him through his towel and her body was responding despite her whirring mind. And then she felt the hot spray of water pouring over her head; soaking her fully clothed body. She struggled against him for a moment but as his tongue pressed hard against her lips she relented and opened her mouth.

            She groaned, feeling his rough hands tugging at her wet skirt. The hot water was pouring down over her and Hermione returned his kiss. Her tongue touched his, tasting the headiness that was him; sensations shooting through her body as the heat began to spread through her lower abdomen. Her clothing felt heavy as it clung to her, more water pouring down from above as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She could feel his hair sliding through her fingers as he continued to assail her mouth with his demanding kiss. And for a moment she thought perhaps she was dreaming just as she had been when she’d thought he was approaching her to kiss her. But this was real; it felt too real to be a dream. She stumbled and found her back pressed against the cool tile wall; the sensation seeping through her shirt, chilling her skin. Despite the heat of the shower it sent shivers up her spine to feel both of his hands hard on her hips, tugging at her sopping wet knickers. They were around her ankles and he jerked her leg forward, pulling it up against his body, tearing at the fabric until he’d managed to free it from her.

            Hermione felt him between her legs; both of her thighs wrapped around him, her feet no longer touching the floor of the shower. Her head was swimming; her heart raced faster than she had ever felt it. The water streamed over her face as he pushed her head back, his lips breaking from the kiss. He suckled at the front of her neck, lips brushing roughly against her skin and she cried out. He was unstoppable, not that her cohesive brain could have stopped him even if she had wanted to, and she was mostly certain that she didn’t. Hermione would deal with the consequences later. Her mind switched off and in that moment she let her fingers fall from his hair; her hands coming to stroke his back. She couldn’t see them, or even really feel them between the hot water and his constant movement, but she knew they were there. The scars; and Hermione whimpered as she traced her fingers in patterns unknown across his skin.

            His towel had fallen in the process of pinning her to the shower wall and all she could feel between her legs was his raw hardness pulsating against her entrance. She’d barely felt him shift when she cried out; suddenly filled with his thick length. It was rough as it had been before only she was soaked in the downpour of the shower. Her whole body was quaking in his arm, her hands giving up on his back both now tangling in his hair as he lowered his lips and began to nip and graze her collarbone.

            Her head was spinning and he was thrusting in and out, shallow but rapid pumps of his throbbing member between her thighs. Steam swirled around them and she could feel his shoulders beginning to tremble. Every thrust seemed to rub that sensitive spot within her and she could feel the heat and tension rising in her core. She couldn’t focus; it had all happened so fast again. But she didn’t care; her body was bucking against him as much as she could pinned to the wall, her lips now seeking out his neck, eager to taste his skin.

            He was warm and salty despite the water and it made her whimper as her tongue caressed the side of his neck. His lips were sucking and biting at the hollow where her collarbone dipped up toward her shoulder. His whole body was shaking as she felt her own walls beginning to flutter.

“Oh!” she cried out as he pulled nearly all the way out, slamming himself mercilessly into her. He was a man driven by need, slam after slam hard and fast and she began to quake, her body hitting that peak of pleasure. And then she felt him come, spurting hard inside of her like before.

His head fell limply against her shoulder, the weight of his body leaning on her even more than before. Her own legs were shaky as she eased them down from gripping his hip, terrified that if he slipped they would both slide and crash to the shower floor. Hot water sluiced down soaking his hair and wetting her face as his body continued to quake lightly against hers.

It was several minutes before he lifted his head, blinking back large droplets of water. He quickly moved back from her figure, turning his body as if to shield himself from her eyes, a sneer on his lips.

“Don’t you friggen dare,” she started, still a bit spent leaning against the wall, panting slightly. “So help me, Severus Snape, move and I’ll hex your bits clean off and then you won’t have to worry about this ever happening again.”

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