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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.

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A/N: I finished this story last year November and forgot to upload the final chapters, *hangs head in shame* I will upload the remaining chapters one per day this week. :) Comments always welcome of course! Enjoy :)

Chapter 8 – weekend owls and midweek foul

The funny thing was that no matter how much they tried to resist this growing attraction, it just kept getting stronger and stronger. Hermione sat still in the middle of her lounge floor. She had awoken early that morning disturbed by the lack of her now welcomed and even yearned for dream. Perhaps now that she knew who the mystery man was the dream was satisfied and she could go back to her ordered life. As she found herself staring at the wall again she reconsidered that last thought. Perhaps not.

Hermione was determined to find out what caused this near fatal attraction - was it really only hearing Severus' voice and the recurring dreams? Was it a combination of pent up sexual frustration and the desire to have someone in her life? Or was the magic of the Spa really at play here?

Either way, she wasn't known as the brightest witch of the age for nothing, and she was convinced that Severus would be willing to work with her to discover what had happened to pull them inexorably closer to each other like this.

After several contemplative musings, Hermione opened a nearby drawer and removed a sheet of her favourite parchment - normally reserved for special occasions. She selected her lucky quill and a pot of her favoured colour changing ink and breathed out before dipping the nib into the ink and starting to write.

"Professor Snape, I'm sure that this missive will come as a surprise to you, but hopefully after today’s occurrences it won't be entirely unwelcomed. I would like to discuss several things of concern with you - particularly the disturbing reality of what drew us to each other at the Spa today.

What happened was incredible – I can honestly say that while I am not entirely inexperienced in physical attraction and the related activities, I have never experienced something quite so volatile, so explosive. It is both scary and exhilarating at the same time.

Be that as it may, I got the sense that both of us felt that there was something possibly acting upon us today and it is this very matter I would like to discuss with you.

I am certain that together we can consider every possibility and figure out what caused this spontaneous combustion of lust. Please let me know by return message if we can discuss this via post over the weekend.

Yours sincerely,

Hermione Granger.”

She called out to her Blue Jay, Edgar and tied the scroll to his leg. “Please deliver this to Professor Snape for me Edgar. I’m sure you will know where to find him. She affectionately stroked the bird’s feathers and lifted him to the window, then watched as he flew away. She returned to sitting on the floor and attempted again to do her Yoga. Her mom had gotten a Yoga For Home DVD and Hermione had charmed her Muggle Television and DVD player to work seamlessly around her magic.

After repeatedly trying to focus on the DVD, she gave it up as a lost cause. This was not relaxing or enjoyable for her. She supposed she did need to find some sort of outlet for the busy life she led. She knew her mother meant well. Hermione sat on the floor in her workout clothes and stretched out her legs in front of her.

She had never considered her life empty before now, but if she closed her eyes she could still feel his lips on her skin, she could taste his faint spearmint flavour on her tongue and she could easily recall how it felt as they moved in perfect synchronicity to their own internal rhythm.

She blushed and shook herself out her reverie. This was not on. The point of tonight was to forget about the experience of the day and find the reason behind its occurrence.

Of course she could work with Snape to figure out what caused this. "Severus, his name is Severus", she berated herself. Only, it felt almost disrespectful to call her previous teacher and role model by his given name. "Oh please," her inner she-devil crowed, "you were naked against his body, you practically had his man bits in your mouth. Surely you can't keep calling him Professor - unless you wish to play-act a naughty school girl scene with him next."

Hermione jumped up and shook her head in an attempt to rid her mind of the vision THAT thought so easily conjured up.

She hadn't found him attractive when she was a Hogwarts student surely? He had been quite amazing when he had shielded her and Harry from the werewolf in their third year, and he was quite impressive during her 6th year as the Defence against the Dark Arts Professor. Of course when she returned to Hogwarts to assist with the rebuilding and he had been revealed as the unsung hero of the war, she had been most impressed by his desire to stay out of the spotlight and had felt a kinship with him, not that she had had the courage then to say anything to him. She recalled feeling something. But she had been far too busy to analyse the feelings back then.

She was shaken out of her reverie by the soft caw of Edgar as he offered her scroll back to her. She opened the parchment and saw that Severus had charmed it to archive the previous writing and still hold the latest message easily. She made a mental note to ask him for the charm work for that very handy spell.

“Hermione. I feel that I cannot call you Miss Granger after what has transpired between us and I shall feel rather silly should you continue to address me as your professor. It makes me feel rather like we should be addressing this matter in a Dungeon Detention, which for some reason leads me to think about you wearing a Slytherin Tie to match your delectable underwear and not much else.

Suffice to say, your suggestion to attempt to manage this communication via the written method makes ideal sense so that we can focus on the issues at hand and not be sidetracked, yet again, by whatever has occurred to cause this physical attraction between us.

Perhaps you should start by telling me of these dreams you alluded to earlier.

Severus.”

Hermione gulped and wondered how best to reply. After a moment’s thought she responded to give herself time

“Dear Severus, you want me to account in detail the dreams I had leading up to our meeting earlier today???”

Hermione”

The response was swift and came with his own Raven, Poe. It contained only one word.

“Obviously”

Poe returned to Severus with the scroll and as he opened it, a vial fell out onto the carpet where he paced with a soft clink.

“Dear Severus, perhaps this memory will help you see it as I did. In the interests of our scientific investigation it makes sense that you should attempt to experience it as I did. Once you have viewed this, please do bear in mind that I experienced this several times in quick succession in one night initially.

Fond wishes, Hermione”

After viewing the pensieve, Severus resumed pacing, willing his body to come to heel and not respond to the way he had seen her writhing on her sheets, clad only in panties and a strappy fitted shirt as she called out wordlessly into the night air.

“Damn!” He swore softly and ran his hands repeatedly through his hair. Pushing the actions of the memory aside he tried to focus on the quality of the dream. There was something there that triggered a memory from his apprentice days… but he needed to think clearly.

“Hermione, do you always sleep so scantily clad? – S”

“Severus, in spring yes, in winter I prefer warmer apparel. What do you wear to bed? – H”

“And what pray tell do you wear in summer on the hottest nights? – S”

“Severus, you didn’t answer my question. For a scientific enquiry to be mutually beneficial, we need to openly share our information.

In answer to your question… nothing. – H”

Severus felt the blood drain from his face and race downwards to fill his other head. How on earth was he supposed to concentrate when she flirted so openly with him?

“Hermione, I apologise for my lack of open communication. I am torn between wanting to resolve this and remembering my want for you. Perhaps if we forgot this happened we could find closure and both move forward from here. I am not sure what happened but I suspect you were slipped an obscure potion since I know of no spell that could affect such a profound and real response to merely a voice. I believe the muggles have a saying, let sleeping dogs lie. Regards Severus.”

Hermione narrowed her eyes, was he honestly trying to backpedal now? This was the most Friday night fun she had had in months!

“Severus, either you are afraid of your reaction to me, or you are worried that your intellect is not up to the challenge. Either way, I suggest we focus on the hard firm facts and attempt to put this maddeningly frustrating situation to bed. – H”

“Hermione, your innuendo is showing – S”

“That’s not all that’s showing, Its rather warm tonight. And I can’t seem to find my favourite panties tonight. Would you perhaps recall where they went? – H”

“H – they are here with me, you left them in my pocket earlier. Are you going to bed like a good Griffindor now? Shall we continue this in the morning perhaps?– S”

“I think, sir, that your raven has taken a liking to my home, and my Blue Jay. He was quite grumpy when I asked him to wait for a response. Decidedly like his master methinks – not sure which way to go. Do you intend to return my underwear at some juncture? I doubt they are your size or style. Your comment about obscure potions has me scouring my library, but yes I would love to continue this discussion tonight and tomorrow if you have the staying power. – H”

“Hermione – I certainly do not intend to wear them. They are draped on the pillow next to me here on my bed. I must say they look good, albeit a tad lonely without you in them. What books are you perusing that could yield such old and long forgotten answers? –S”

“S – Perhaps we should be discussing how to figure this out. I’ve bene running some Arithmancy equations and I am fairly certain that Ginny was involved as well as either a charm or a potion. Do you know of any potions that could create these sorts of vivid dreams and intense responses to the slightest stimuli? I’d be happy to show you my books, among other things at some stage. –H”

“H – Ginny Potter you say? Hmmm. I am not directly aware of anything that would be readily available to provide such intensity in such a targeted and direct manner. I shall need to consider this some more. In terms of Charms, Gamp’s Law of transfiguration explicitly states that one cannot conjure intense passion. It definitely was no simpering love potion. Where did you obtain these books? – S”

“S – I never knew that part of Gamp’s law. I knew about the food, the money and resurrection. And yes, I am now getting out my old Transfiguration book to look it up. – H

“Hermione – Obviously your education at Hogwarts, although one of the finest educational institutions for young withes and wizards, would have excluded any and all references to adult materials and magic. It was bad enough dealing with raging hormones, but to add in the information about passion and intensity of lust would have been as bad as that Dragon of magical fireworks the Weasley Twins let loose in the entrance hall in your 5^th year. You can put your junior tomes away. I assure you they would hold nothing that could help us here. I certainly would not have thought your redheaded friend would have the guile to pull something like this off. –S”

“Severus, I’ll have you know that my book collection is vast and grows continually. I am offended that you would assume I would look no further than the school library. During the summer leading up to what would have bene my final year learnt to look far far beyond what would be construed as acceptable underage reading for a Griffindor Witch. –H”

“Severus – I think I found it!! I think I found it! Going to read quickly.”

The next thing Hermione knew, her intricate wards started vibrating and she heard someone knock on her door. Well, pound was more likely. The pounding grew more and more insistent the longer she took. Carefully she put the small, seemingly insignificant volume down on her coffee table and stood up, absentmindedly adjusting her denim shorts and fitted black top as she walked towards the front door still thinking about the passage she had just read.

She opened the door only to be flattened back against the door as a mass of billowing black robes stormed in. Severus stormed into the lounge and immediately swooped down on the slim nondescript book that Hermione had placed on the small wooden table.

“How did you come by this book??” He said calmly. Too calmly. If one knew Severus Snape, one would realise that the glint in his eyes was not one of mirth, and that a hasty retreat apologising for whatever he thought you had done wrong was in good order.

But Hermione didn’t notice the glint and pressed forward, eager to prove herself worthy yet again.

“I’m such an idiot! We’ve been looking in the wrong books all along. I checked this book out weeks ago for a bit of light reading, you know, from the Dumbledore collection at the rare collectibles library in France. I’ve really enjoyed studying it and I found…”

She was cut off mid stride when she noticed that Severus was staring at the book, shaking. She noticed the tense set of his shoulders and finally saw how he was gripping the book.

Hesitantly she crept over to him. “S.. Severus? Are you alright? You look as though you’ve seen a ghost!” Hermione lay a gentle hand on his shoulder and he flinched. She pulled her hand back, unsure what to think.

“The bastard! The utter foolish bastard!” Severus stared at the book as though it could come to life and tell him the secrets to the world’s problems. “This, this was… is… my book! Dumbledore borrowed it just before, just before he died. It seems, Miss Granger that when our precious Headmaster bequeathed his book collection so generously to the mindless dunderhead witches and wizards of future generations he neglected to mention that several volumes did not in fact belong to him at all.”

Hermione looked puzzled. “So this is your book, not his, which means that you know exactly what has happened here with us.” She started pacing the floor of her living room agitatedly. “And it means that whoever else read this volume could have easily found what is so plainly written here.”

She whirled suddenly on her heels and Severus suddenly noticed her wand was out. He paled and took a step back. “Miss Granger?” he said softly, not sure why she suddenly wanted to hex him for having owned this particular volume of written parchment some 15 years ago.

Hermione didn’t even look up at him. He finally realised that her gaze was focused solely on the book, lying there on the coffee table looking innocuous and to all intents and purposes as innocent as a children’s copy of Tales of Beedle the Bard.

He cleared his throat and tried again, “Miss Granger, what exactly are your intentions with that book?” “HERMIONE!” She finally looked up at him.

“I was considering trying a modified charm I’ve been working on.” Severus glared at her in a way that encouraged her to speak faster before he in turn hexed her. She hurried on with her explanation, “It’s similar to a Revelio spell, except it tells you who read the book last.” Severus relaxed his stance, giving her the same look he gave to usually reserved for those willingly showing their ineptitude.

Hermione noticed the exasperation on his face and defended herself. “I invented it myself as a way to track who was using books for research into texts that contain questionable content. And it has been handy in the past to know who exactly has NOT returned my books to their proper place.” This last part was mumbled quietly and as fast as she could possibly speak. Severus gave a tiny smile – there was the Hermione he had come to expect.

He interrupted her tirade, “Any spell will be useless against such a book, it is a dark arts book and very old – protected by familial bonded magic and so forth.”

Hermione grinned her grin of triumph. “Well, actually, Severus,” Hermione stressed the use of his given name, “Since that book has been out of your direct contact and familial home for more than ten years it would have withdrawn some of the residual familial bond work. PLUS, “here she paused for dramatic effect, “I took all of that into consideration when I created this spell. It has worked beautifully in the past when the Aurors needed to know who was accessing Dark Arts books and parchments and those were still under the old familial bonds.” Finally she sat back and smirked.

“So go on then, “Severus finally relented, “let’s find out who is responsible”.

Hermione took a deep breath and waved her wand over the book in a complex pattern of swishes and flicks. She muttered the incantation as she made the second pass over the aged text.

The book flipped pages back and forth until it finally settled on a particular page, highlighting a particular spell with a pulsing, glowing bright blue light. A single name stood out over the chapter heading and they both gasped in horror as their eyes took the name in: “Ginny Potter (nee Weasley).

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Hermione got ready for bed, still mulling over the events of the rest of the night. After her and Severus had stared at each other in horror, then both tried to alternatively hold the other back from going through the floo directly to the Potter residence, Hermione had offered to make some tea so that they could think everything through.

It surprised her that Severus favoured raspberry tea – such a light hearted flavour she smiled dreamily as she pulled the duvet down and reached to fluff each pillow in turn.

As they sat drinking tea, first in awkward silence and then eventually in conspiratorial murder plots, they had decided to sleep on it and consider the best step from here.

Severus had left shortly thereafter and Hermione had spent the rest of the evening sitting with her back against her front door – where she had slid after closing the door when she let him out.

As she climbed into bed, she heard a tap-tap at the window.

She lazily used her wand to open the window, calling to her bird from the bed.

She recognised the writing immediately after their earlier flurry of writing exchanges.

“Hermione – I apologise for my crazed appearance at your home earlier. As soon as you indicated that you had searched further, I knew which book you would have in your possession. Nice bit of spellwork by the way – I certainly hope you have filed a patent for that one, especially considering the fact that you allow the Aurors to take liberties with it. Anyway, I wanted to return these to you as I certainly have no business holding on to them now. Regards, S. Snape”. Hermione scrunched up the green panties that Severus had teased her about only a few hours ago. She turned to look at the now familiar raven perched next to her Blue Jay, looking at her quizzically as if to ask what her next move would be.

She sighed and summonsed a pen. She scrawled her response and called to the Raven. “You need to take this back to him. Yes I know it’s late, but you shouldn’t be returning here tonight after this is delivered. Thank you. She stroked his head and watched as he hopped along and then flew out of the window to return to his enigmatic owner and hopefully his bed.

The next morning brought another flurry of postal exchanges, which ended with an invitation to Severus for a late lunch. He agreed and was now standing waiting to be let in at her front door again. He glanced around and noticed the glamour over Hermione’s entrance façade. Charmed to appear slightly neglected, he saw that the door was actually painted a lovely shade of aqua marine. He wondered if the colour held a particular appeal for her.

Over lunch and very polite conversation, they both felt increasingly awkward. This coupled with the build-up of intense attraction again had the room feeling like the calm quiet right before the major storm of the South African Summer Highveld. It was fraught with expectancy and a building frission of tension with neither wishing to bring up the obvious electricity crackling back and forth between them.

"So what will we do about Ginny?" Hermione finally asked, pulling all her Griffindor courage from deep within her in an attempt to quell her nervousness in being face to face with Severus again.

Severus stared at her, contemplating her in a way that she had never felt before from anyone.

"What?" Hermione said, nervously checking her face for leftover crumbs from the delicious Apple Crumble Snape had brought with. He had apparently baked it himself fresh that morning. And the thought made Hermione giggle inwardly - imagine if she had to tell Ron and Harry that Snape baked?

She wondered if he wore an apron during these exercises and swore to herself that she would find out somehow.

She smiled softly and reached a hand over the table and gently touched his hand. "Severus?" she said gently as she caressed his hand. Gish his skin felt so soft! She idly wondered what lotion he used to keep his hands soft - she remembered from studying for her Potions NEWTS that her hands were always dried and calloused from the constant cutting, grinding and pounding. But she loved the way his hands felt on her skin - soft but firm, gentle but DEFINITELY knowing exactly what to do with them to make her body sing to the tune he played.

"Hermione? Hermione!" Severus calling her repeatedly shook her out her reverie. She smiled goofily at him across the table and he stared at her again.

“Yeeesss?” she answered dreamily, forgetting that it was in fact she that had been trying to get HIS attention initially.

He reminded her of the fact, idly noticing that her hand was still resting on his – her fingers idly drawing patterns of ancient runes over his skin. It felt good. Almost too good. He groaned inwardly. He had been determined to never let anyone into his heart again and yet here he was, having lunch with the Griffindor witch, bringing her baked goods and sharing what could only be a sappy moment as they were both lost in the other’s presence.

Hermione finally remembered that she wanted to bring up Ginny and started to speak, “Sorry, I was momentarily distracted. This pie is really really amazing! Anyway, I wanted to discuss Ginny and her nefarious plot. I’m not entirely sure that this was all just a prank, she has continually attempted to play matchmaker. She is convinced that I am lonely within my life…”

Snape picked up the slack where her words petered out, “And are you?” he spoke so softly that Hermione barely heard his voice drift across the table.

“Well, I keep busy – I have my work and I have friends, but, if I am entirely honest with myself, and I really am unsure as to why I feel the need to share this with you but you seem to invoke that within myself, I suppose that sometimes I do feel loneliness creeping in. But you know how it is…” She trailed off again, not really wanting to admit that sometimes the loneliness hit her hardest at night.

All she really wanted in a partner was someone to sit and read with, someone to discuss the latest advances in Potions, Runes, Spell development – anything other than fashion or who was bedding the latest rising Quidditch star. She wanted someone to look at her in a way that she would feel loved, cherished and admired. She would love someone to cuddle her at night and whisper to her words of longing and love. She wanted someone who was strong enough to stand up to her, argue with her and laugh with her at the end of the argument.

Often she felt as though she would never find the wizard that matched her intensity, her propensity for reading and would put up with her seemingly endless insatiability to question everything.

Snape kept quiet as he saw her emotions play across her features. He took the moment to critically asses the younger witch. She had beautiful hair that had tamed as she had gotten older. Gone were the scraggly wild curls and in their place were sleek Auburn locks that fell around her shoulders. Her hair framed her elfin face perfectly and he found himself wondering how he had missed the golden flecks in her hazel eyes or the long luscious lashes that fanned out over her cheeks when she looked down in search of more apple pie. His gazed travelled further down to her mouth. Her luscious berry red lips called to him, especially when she chewed on the bottom one when deep in thought. It was a movement without guile – she was unaware of her habit, and the visceral reaction it caused him.

Her teeth were perfectly straight as one would expect from the daughter of a pair of dentists and he felt the tug move lower from his stomach down to his groin as he recalled how her teeth had felt on his tongue a few days earlier.

He noticed when she looked up at him, pulled from her thoughts by marching time. She tilted her head slightly to the left, quizzically seeking an answer or confirmation of her thoughts.

He cleared his throat and willed his thoughts to return to the conversation at hand. “Does your friend make it a regular habit to interfere in your life,?” he asked as a way to buy himself time to think of the next step that would appeal to both his Slytherin lust for justice and her Griffindor need for compassion.

Hermione blinked twice in rapid succession and answered, trying to justify her friend’s actions against her desire to cheerfully throttle the feisty redhead. “Well, she is just looking out for me, but yes,” Hermione sighed, “although she has not done anything quite in this league before, she has often tried to align me with various wizards with varyingly disastrous results.” She paused to draw breath, and tried to slow her heartrate and her rate of speech. “But to use a potion on us like that. I don’t know that I can continue to see that as harmless. She finished speaking quietly.

Severus nodded sagely. He opened his mouth to speak, then paused. Hermione nodded, eager to hear his take on the matter. Severus continued, “Regardless of her intentions – noble or otherwise – I do not appreciate being made a fool of. However, since the results were rather, explosive shall we say, I suggest that we scare her a bit and continue to explore this attraction between us, to see if it continues to exist once the effects of it wear off.”

He sat back, waiting for her to shoot his idea down in flames. He had no idea where that last bit had come from – he had entered today with every intention of ending this tryst. If he was honest with himself he would have to say that it was a refreshing change to spend time in the company of a witch that could actually speak about something besides the inane drivel printed in Witch Weekly. Hermione, he had to grudgingly admit matched him intellectually on a great many topics. She was well-read, she was humorous in a way that matched his dry wit. And damn she was gorgeous. He closed his eyes briefly as the image of their passionate encounters in both the treatment room and the meeting room flashed through his mind. He saw her, spread on the table, wantonly beckoning to him. As he opened his eyes again he discreetly adjusted his trousers and focused his thoughts again.

“Right then, Mrs Potter is no match for us, “he sneered maliciously, “Perhaps what we need to do….”

Several hours later they both yawned and stretched. Parchment scraps lay scattered all over Hermione’s dining table and sitting room floor, where they had moved to after completely decimating the pie, taking their plotting and scheming with them.

They had what they both felt was a solid plan to teach Ginny a lesson that she would never forget!

Severus drew out his wand and wordlessly tidied the paper scraps – relegating them to the magical recycling chute next to the floo connection.

He turned to Hermione and gasped, the rays of the setting sun hit her skin just right, and to him she stood there awash in the gold, orange and magenta rays. She looked like an Angel of Mercy and he felt his breathing suspend. Hermione felt the sudden sexual pull and held out her hand to him.

Time seemed to stand still as Severus floated across the room and took her in his arms. When the spell broke, so did both of their determination to keep their lustful feelings in check. Within seconds his shirt lay buttonless on the couch, her top was pulled down, allowing her breasts to pop out the top enticingly. Their hands roamed wildly across each other’s faces, hair, skin. Desperate to feel each other they clung together, no space between them as Hermione writhed against his hardened body. He groaned into her ear and bit her earlobe, she moaned into his neck as she licked his pulse point. Again their mouths clashed, tongue entwined with tongue as they devoured each other.

He leaned down to pull a taut nipple into his mouth, suckling it wildly as he caressed and lightly pinched the other one. Hermione’s hands ran through his silky black hair, mumbling his name over and over.

Suddenly the floo wooshed, a warning sound that someone was coming through. Severus jumped across the room and had his shirt on faster than Hermione could blink. She was half-heartedly pulling her top back into place when Ginny’s head popped into the floo.

By the time she had managed to convince her friend that she was fine, that she was not working over the weekend and that yes, she was eating, Severus had gone. Hermione wandered over to the table where they had sat earlier. On the table was a note that said only, “We got carried away again. You seem to ignite me”

Hermione carried the note through to her bedroom and flopped onto her bed with the note held to her chest. She grinned the goofiest grin of her life and fell asleep there, dreaming of what might happen next time they met.
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