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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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Happy Holidays! It has been quite a few unexpected months since my fingers have last touched a keyboard without the intention of completing emails, lesson plans, or school work. A few updates in my crazy life (which may or may not be my excuses for such a long hiatus even though we all know there really is no excuse...)
Bought a house
Started my Master's program
Finished up coaching another season of volleyball

I'm hoping that this winter break will give me a little time to indulge myself (and perhaps you as well fellow readers) with continuing this story. Anywho, here's my holiday gift to you. The next chapter! Happy Christmas :)

Although Hermione had already made it through the greater part of the week, Thursday and Friday had her senses on high alert while she finished her lessons with Snape. Every time the blindfold came into play she had to adamantly remind herself that it was the ingredients and potions themselves that demanded her attention to detail instead of the instructor. They continued to work through the sense of smell, and being blindfolded in such proximity to Snape did nothing to alleviate the natural pull that she now felt towards the man.
Any minutely observant person would guess from Snape’s indifference towards her that absolutely nothing had conspired between the two of them. Hermione knew better however, and on more than one occasion caught his obsidian gaze lingering just a touch longer than what would be considered academic in nature. Determined to remain on task and true to her studies, she focused her attention on the content at hand and forced her mind to reorient itself when she found her mind wandering back to that evening in the brewing closet.
They finished the week with categorizing the potency of ingredients based upon the strength of their aroma, classifying instrument compositions and properties utilizing their metallic tang or woody aroma, and of course identifying potions based solely upon smell alone.
While her efforts remained purely academic in the classroom, the same could not be said when she returned to her quarters in the evening. Surely enough that evening after what transpired in the brewing closet and the following night thereafter she found her fingers between her slick folds, replaying the scene over and over again in some sort of desperate recreation of pleasure.
Each day was enough to leave her intellectually exhausted and each night physically unsatisfied. However by the end of Friday Hermione felt herself eager for their long awaited discussion. While their lesson had clearly ended, she hoped her prolonged presence would signal her intent to discuss their aforementioned meeting. She was not disappointed however, and Snape addressed her as he began to carefully place the various weighing scales back into the cupboards.
“Earlier this week I had mentioned the possibility of your attendance to discuss our…interests outside of this classroom. I imagine that your prolonged company in my classroom is an expression of your desire to schedule such a meeting.”
Always so formal. Hermione couldn’t help the small smile that graced her lips. To the untrained ear many would have perceived his formality of conversation as rather rude or detached, however Hermione knew that it was simply his way of being astutely observational.
“Yes Sir, I was hoping we could meet sooner rather than later to discuss our…personal relationship.”
He remained silent for a moment, placing the last scale meticulously on the shelf. He rose to his full height and turned toward her.
“While I do find that agreeable, it will have to wait until Sunday. I have some business that I must attend to.”
“Oh,” Hermione faltered, her expectation of having the entire weekend to not only agree upon terms but perhaps get down to business in the physical sense now being changed.
“I will however be available to meet late Sunday afternoon. Is that time suitable to your schedule?”
Hermione had the unsettling realization that for the past four weeks, her schedule had most consistently revolved around Snape and their lessons together.
Hermione could feel the pent up tension from the last few days fueling her slow building impatience and frustration. “Yes Sir.” He’s so bloody proper, one would think we were discussing a potential meeting to watch paint dry.
“Then we are in agreement. I shall expect you Sunday afternoon in my personal quarters around 5 o’ clock.” It was here that a small smirk graced his features. “I trust you will not require a written meeting reminder?”
Hermione nearly rolled her eyes at his sarcastic play, remembering with playful embarrassment her unusual bout of tardiness from earlier in the week.
“No Master Snape, I don’t believe that will be necessary.”
“Very well.” There was a barely discernable adjustment to his stance, but Hermione was able to just barely pick up on the slightly relaxed change in his posture. “Then we shall see each other on Sunday.”
There was a note of finality in his voice, prompting Hermione to take her leave. She left with a murmured ‘good evening’ and made her way back to her quarters.
~***~
Upon arriving back in her quarters, Hermione resolved that not only should she use this unplanned day away from Snape to clear her head, but that it also wouldn’t hurt to get a second opinion before she jumped into anything too…hastily.
Grabbing her quill, she quickly penned a letter.
Ginny,
Lunch tomorrow at Hogwarts?
~Hermione
She folded the small scrap of parchment, grabbed her cloak, and exited her quarters on the way to the owlery. On her way the castle felt eerily silent, and for once Hermione was thankful not to run into anyone else.
What is it about Severus that’s so attractive?
Almost as if on auto-pilot her legs took her automatically through the too-familiar halls to her destination, the conversation in her head playing more than loud enough in her head to keep her company.
Certainly his intellect is an attractive quality, and his voice…
She shuddered involuntarily, feeling a thrill of excitement run up her spine at the thought of him whispering in her ear with his low baritone.
Every time I’m around him I feel like I lose all control.
Making her way up the West Tower and up the circular set of stairs, she found her thoughts to be swimming around in her mind in much the same fashion.
It should stand to reason that the science behind any attraction can be explained as a creation and process of chemical reactions in the brain…
Absentmindedly, she tied her note to a tawny owl nestled on the perch closest to her. She gave it an affection ruffle of its feathers before it took off.
On her way back she decided to take a slightly longer way back, reflecting that her thoughts needed as much time to wander as her legs did. She made her way through the interior of the castle to the winding staircases, taking the conveniently appearing flight of steps to the fifth floor.
She found herself standing in front of an all too-familiar statue, recalling a passage that she had read over numerous times in Hogwarts a History:
On the fifth floor, behind the forth door to the left stands the statue of Boris the Bewildered. This statue marks the presence of the Prefects’ Bathroom, restricted to use only by school Prefects, Head Boys, Head Girls, and Quidditch captains. This door opens only to the beholder of the correct password.
The statue is recognizable by Boris’ lost-looking expression, and in addition is most notable in the fact that his gloves are worn upon the wrong hands respectively…
Hermione’s fingers grazed the statue in fond memory of her days as Prefect. Just as her fingertips met the cool marble, she statue jumped aside to reveal the slowly opening door behind it. Having spoken no password aloud, Hermione herself jumped back in surprise.
Does the castle remember past Prefects?
Regardless of the castle’s memory or perhaps its curious nature to guide those where they most needed to be, Hermione found that she could fancy herself a bath to help her relax and give her thoughts some more time to figure themselves out. Pushing the door open she found herself in the familiar room from her childhood.
It was just as she remembered, the middle of the room housing a deep pool-like bath sunk into the ground with a multitude of bath taps surrounding it. A stack of towels and bathrobes were placed neatly on a shelf to the side, and the hundred golden taps shone in the light of the setting sun cast through the stained glass windows, each jewel glittering invitingly.
However there was one detail that stood out starkly as something not reminiscent of her childhood, and that was the raven-haired figured that stood in the middle of the currently filled pool. Making contact with and surrounding his stark form was thousands of pale green and opaque bubbles glistening from the light as it transitioned slowly from the outside sunset to the floating candles inside.
The door creaked as it closed magically behind her and at the sudden noise Snape turned around to face her.
Regardless of the fact that his lower half was hidden by the layer of bubbles, Hermione felt the flush creep up her chest and tinge her cheeks with color. Immediately she turned her body away from his, angling her posture towards the door that she had just a moment ago entered through.
“Sir, I’m sorry! I didn’t realize that you were, I mean-“ Closing her eyes, she shook her head with the rush of awkwardness that accompanied the situation.
“Miss Granger,” his deep voice echoed through the large room, effectively cutting her off. “It seems that regardless of your employment status you continue to find yourself in situations that, as far as I’ve always been aware, were only privy to…current staff members.”
She could practically hear the raised eyebrow that unquestionably accompanied the significant pause that alluded to her status of over-stepping boundaries.
“It seems however that the castle may have had alternative plans for its newest resident.”
Hermione could feel her body subconsciously turning back towards his, although her eyes still remained closed.
“As it were, if your intention was to seek a place to relax beyond your quarters than by all means do not let my presence here stop you. In fact, I was nearly finished.”
Her eyes flew open in surprise just as his body turned in the water, effectively turning his back towards her and indicating his lack of sight upon her body should she accept his invitation. The bubbles came up nearly to his shoulder blades, effectively blocking most of her view of him regardless.
Does he mean to…bathe together?
Hermione hesitated, glancing back towards the door that stood so invitingly as her gateway to freedom from the awkward situation that could possibly ensue, especially considering the fact that they had yet to discuss the status of their relationship outside of the classroom.
Did this count as outside of the classroom? Is he merely being professional?
His manner of indifference caused her to take one curious step further into the cavernous room and then another, simple curiosity now beginning to get the better of her. The sound of the water running along his body as he continued to wash himself masked the echoing sound of her footsteps as she continued closer towards him.
Gently she gathered her mass of curls and bound them to the top of her head. Keeping her eyes glued to his figure, she slowly began to disrobe. In between the sounds of water rising and falling against his physique, the soft rustle of her clothing as it his the ground caused a barely discernable pause in his movements.
Hermione felt with each item discarded a small tremble of pleasure course through her body, removing first her robe, until all that remained were her undergarments.
She unclasped her bra, feeling as though the sound of the clip unhooking from itself was thunderous in the largely hollow space above her. Sliding each strap down her shoulder, she let her bra fall to the floor and her panties were close to follow as she slipped them off down along her hips and let them slide to the floor.
Standing fully naked in front of him even though his back was to her caused her to experience an enormous sense of vulnerability, one that could very much be compared to the feeling she had when she had been blind-folded for the first time in his classroom.
Entering the water, she felt the liquid part and reform immediately with it’s warm surrounding her exposed skin, the temperature difference of the air and water combined causing her flesh to goosepimple.
She continued onward, drawn towards the area he currently occupied but also maintaining a safe distance. Whether or not he could sense the depth she was at he turned his body back towards her when the bubbles came to skim just the tops of her shoulders.
“I only ask Miss Granger, that if you wish to change the scent of lather that you simply wait until I am finished. I’m sure that the floral scent with which you associate yourself would raise many questions with those I have yet to meet with this weekend.”
How does he know what I smell like?
“I don’t mind this scent.” Hermione waded through the bubbles, coming closer in order not to have her voice echo through the high-ceiled roof.
As she drew closer she observed that his hair was wet through and slightly slicked back, yet another look she found unfamiliar with him. The thought of him swimming under the layer of bubbles and through the water with the sight of her nakedness so unobscured caused her to flush.
“When do you plan on leaving?” She could tell by his obvious lack of information that he did not desire to share what business he planned to attend, but his disclosure about his lack of presence within the castle over the weekend reassured her that he didn’t mind her knowledge of him attending such matters.
“I am leaving the castle tonight, and it would seem that the castle has triggered a sense of precociousness in myself when it comes to certain amenities.” He gestured around towards the gleaming bath taps. “I’m afraid my lodgings will not accommodate such a luxury, and I thought that I would take advantage of such conveniences before I left.”
He took a few subtle steps towards her until all that was left between their persons was a few feet of water with a layer of bubbles so inconspicuously hiding each other from view below. Hermione could feel the humidity causing a few hairs in her bun to loosen, leaving a few determined tendrils escaping down along her neck to trail gently along the surface of the bubbles.
“You know the reasoning now behind my own pursuit of luxurious bathing facilities, what has brought you here Miss Granger?”
“I felt like I needed to clear my thoughts, it was purely accidently that I found myself here in fact.” Hermione allowed a small smile. “It seems like my mind has a bad habit of being able to turn itself off.”
Snape quirked an eyebrow.
“Surely Miss Granger you have observed in our lessons how become so receptive with each of your senses, surely you can do the same with turning them off?”
Hermione felt a sense of exasperation bubbling up within her. “Anytime we bring out that blasted blind-fold my mind becomes a roaring sea of thoughts and sensations. How on earth do you turn it off?”
“Any of the observational strategies we have observed in the classroom can of course be applied to every day life. Take our current situation for example.” He indicated the water below them. “How aware does your body become if you focus solely upon just a few of your senses? Just one?”
Hermione could feel it, her senses opening up to an overwhelming awareness of the environment around her.
It was there all at once bombarding her, the rough surface of the bottom of the bath along with the bubbles tickling the top of her chest and arms, the humidity in the air upon her lips causing a slightly salty aftertaste upon her tongue.
The fresh and light scent of the bath surrounded her, the sound of the mass of bubbles containing a miniscule amount of air as it transferred between each soapy husk. She became so overcome with the stimuli around her that her eyes fell closed, attempting all at once to experience nothing and everything the room had to offer.
With a furrowed brow her eyes opened and her eyebrow raised skeptically. Breathlessly she murmured, “My head feels like it has even more in it than it did before.”
“Then simply remove more of what is distracting your mind. Focus Hermione. Allow your mind to stop thinking and just feel.”
He approached her and placed one hand on her back, his touch like a spark of energy between the two of them. He held his other hand out above the layer of bubbles, using it’s visibility as if to ask permission. She closed her eyes once more and leaned her head back, signaling her trust and consent.
All at once she felt the weightlessness as he leaned down to gather up her body from behind her knees. She was floating now amidst the bubbles, the strength and warmth of his hands noticeably present on her back and underneath her legs.
Eyes still closed, she began to focus solely upon the sensation of touch and felt her entire weight parallel with the surface of the bath as her body transitioned to a position not unlike that of laying upon a bed. His hands now merely skimmed below her body, supporting her as the water ebbed and flowed with his movements.
He paused for a moment, allowing her body to achieve a sense of equilibrium before he leaned over, his quiet murmur nearly deafening in her ear. “What do you feel?”
Her mind became extraordinarily clear as she allowed every thought to flow out of her like water, and in doing so was hyper-attuned to everything in contact with her body. Hermione exhaled and with it she let go of everything left that had been crowding her attention and focused only upon the touch of his hands, the water upon her body, and the texture of the bubbles against her skin.
Each ridge of his hand, now softened by the prolonged exposure to water, was felt along her body. The water carried her body with an unending fluidity, causing Hermione to lose a sense of where the water ended and her body began. She focused in now upon the bubbles that surrounded her body like a wreath, the nearly transparent spheres that with more exposure to the air began rupturing with miniscule bursts along her skin. It was more notable along the peaks of her torso, the rounded globes of her flesh experiencing the majority of the effervescent encounter.
She felt her nipples tightening involuntarily in response, and subconsciously picked up on the slight increase in his breathing.
“I feel nothing…and everything.” Her voice came out breathy, almost ethereal as if she had transcended her body and become part of the water.
“Some people use this sharpened awareness of their senses as a form of meditation,” his voice continued and Hermione heard him through what now felt like a thick fog, “some use it in the belief that they can connect with some higher being, others believe they can block out pain.”
The bubbles continued to pop alongside her breasts, and she felt his hands shift slightly underneath her.
“And some,” he continued with a slight hesitation, “believe they can utilize this ability to achieve pleasure in a nearly tantric sort of way.
Hermione felt his hands move from underneath her body to now run along the top, ghosting the edges of her hips and along her torso. She heard herself whimper slightly in response, nearly unsure of which touch was the bubbles or his fingers.
He continued talking, his voice cutting through her trance-like state and only adding to her heightened awareness. “Being aware of the sexual energy, allowing it to expand and increase, and then taking that consciousness of it and allowing it to flow continuously through the human body could in theory achieve heightened states of prolonged gratification.”
There was a slight tug on her nipples which not only brought attention to their exposure to the air but also caused Hermione to let out a deep groan and arch her body in the water willing upwards towards his own.
“We know as fact that the human body uses energy to fuel its internal and external functions.”
His fingers squeezed each rounded globe, causing more of the bubbles to dissipate and reveal her dusky colored nipples and the rosy complexion of her exposed skin below.
“If we channel this already contained energy into the needs and wants we desire, orgasm for example, our existence becomes solely dependent on meeting and achieving those needs.”
Moving downward along her body his hands continued until they reached the apex of her thighs.
“Is this a need you would like to fulfill?”
Hermione parted her legs as her body continued to dip slightly in and out of the water with each breath, and let out a husky moan in response. His fingers delved into her slick folds, but Hermione knew the wetness between her thighs had nothing to do with the bath water that surrounded them both.
She could feel his fingers encircling the nub that she now desperately sought to meet with any source of friction. Her heightened senses made her nearly light headed, and she could feel his voice cutting through her stupor. “Breath Hermione, you mustn’t forget your most basic senses.”
She inhaled deeply and simultaneously felt his fingers begin to rub over her clitoris and in one fluid motion she expelled her eager breath in a groan of pleasure.
She felt his other hand back in the water now, and suddenly two of his fingers were encircling her entrance, barely making their way inside of her before their shallow withdrawal.
“Please Severus, I’m so close.”
She found the words leaving her lips before she was even aware of thinking them, and she felt him draw her closer to his body, the side of her body now flush along his and her hand grazed along an unmistakable length in the water below.
Feeling him breath against her created a whole new sensation, and he leaned down once more to whisper in her ear.
“Your orgasm is not solely dependent upon my touch, direct your energy where you want it.”
Hermione focused her energy upon the pleasure being felt, and like the drop of a rollercoaster it intensified and caused her breath to hitch.
“There you go,” he murmured, “you can feel it now.”
He thrust his two fingers in all the way, curling them against an unknown spot deep inside her that caused her to cry out. She felt the energy closing in at the apex of her thighs, a mounting wave ready to crash upon the shore.
With his fingers curling repeatedly inside her with a ‘come-hither’ motion, he increased the pressure upon her clit and Hermione cried out his name as wave after wave of pleasure began to crash down upon her. She felt it surge through her body, spreading from her thighs all the way out to her finger tips, coursing out of her and back in a seemingly never-ending wave.
His motions eventually slowed, and Hermione felt her body being gently lulled by the water once more. She opened her eyes, and found Severus standing above her, his eyes nearly completely black and his breath heavy with desire.
Fueled by the energy that was still coursing through her body she leaned up and met his lips with hers, feeling his tongue seeking entrance.
His arms wrapped around her, drawing her closer as she felt his desire pressing firmly against her stomach.
“I want you Severus.”
He let loose a groan filled with a mixture of desire and frustration, and after a moment he took a step back and regarded her carefully.
“Not now,” he murmured, “take some time alone to think about what it is specifically that you desire and you expectations should we pursue this further.”
He moved slowly away and Hermione could still feel her body on edge from what had just transpired moments ago, her most basic physical urges calling out to his to continue their contact. Her body felt nearly ready to explode at the repeat occurance of his physical rejection, especially when it was so obviously apparent that his body desired something entirely different.
He took a deep breath, expressing his extreme measure of self-control.

“We are both fallible. We have weaknesses. Think about precisely what it is you want to enter into. I am not a man that possesses the need to converse about the emotional sort of feelings.
What I can give you,” he continued, “is the respect and control of a man that you deserve. I will not force you into something you do not want Hermione.”
“I know what I want.” She winced internally at how wanton her voice was as she took one last hesitant step towards him.
“It is easier to remove yourself from the situation and have an unbiased viewpoint if we are not in the heat of the moment.” He turned away from her and walked out of the tub, the back of his body becoming more and more exposed until his fully naked silhouette stood on the edge of the tub, a view of his impressively firm bare arse for her to admire.
Grabbing a towel he wrapped it around his waist, doing nothing to hide the now remarkable terry cloth tent protruding from his front as he turned to address her once more.
“I have business I must attend to, and we will meet as planned on Sunday.”
He grabbed his clothing from the nearby shelving, and after he had once more turned away from her he toweled off and gave a wave of his hand, the wandless magic redressing him in mere seconds.
“Good evening Hermione.” He gave one courteous nod and exited.
Hermione slumped back into the water, realizing that if anything her impromptu visit gave her mind more than ever to think about.

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