The Reluctant Highlander | By : Tigerrr Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15152 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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*******DISCLAIMER******** JK Rowling owns all HP characters,
the rest belong to KM Moning
A/N: Okay, I think
it’s time to stop torturing Severus…for a little while, at least. He’s been a good boy so far, so I think he
could have some lemonade now. If Lockhart stays far far away shopping
for new pumps. Lol.
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Hermione spluttered with indignation. “Pick me up this instant! What d’you think you’re doing?” she shrieked, heartily peeved at
finding herself in some rather watery mud that she suspected might have cow
manure mixed in with it. Severus stood
there, staring down at her with a rather panicked expression on his face – she
repeated her demand, ten decibels higher this time, and he blinked and reached
down to haul her to her feet. “What was
that for?” she fumed.
Severus looked more than ready to bolt in the opposite
direction. “You…you were thinking about muh…muh…mmmmmmmuhhh…”
he stopped, drew a deep breath, and tried again. “Mmmmmuh…muh…”
“MARRIAGE?” she
finished his sentence in a yell, and he looked inordinately relieved that he
would not have to actually say the word himself. She drew herself up in indignation, which was
no easy feat for someone caked in watery cow dung and missing one slipper. Damned Legilimens, snooping around all the
time! “I’ll tell you one thing right
now, Severus Snape! You’d better keep
your brain to yourself – you can’t just go around for a joy ride in someone
else’s head whenever you get the urge,” she hissed, seriously contemplating
shoving him in the mud/cow shit.
She found that, once she had started, it was all too easy to
keep on trucking – there had been some rocks in that…stuff….and her ass was
killing her. If it actually does, I’ll
take that bastard with me. She
bellowed at the top of her lungs and threw in some temper-tantrum-hops for good
measure as she told him precisely what she thought of him. “You’re irritating, supercilious,
overbearing, impossible, agitating, haughty, insufferable, annoying, ridiculous and for such a supposedly brilliant wizard, you
are dumb as a box of rocks! And when
that boggart in third year was wearing Mrs. Longbottom’s dress and hat, that was the best you’ve ever looked!”
Her stream of invective finally exhausted, she glared up at the tall
Slytherin (who was looking utterly nonplussed) and kicked him in the shins.
“You lot! Time to eat,” Drustan
bellowed from up ahead as Hermione hopped on one foot swearing at the pain in
her toes. Severus bent down to pull her
other slipper from the mud and offered it to her hesitantly, receiving a
sizzling glare that made him sigh and pick her up in his arms. She struggled until he let out an oath and
swatted her bottom; then she remained stiff as a board, staring straight ahead
angrily and refusing to help him by holding onto his arms. As they neared the castle, she resolutely
ignored him until she heard him mutter an apology for his snooping and for the
dropping.
“Well.” Hermione was
slightly mollified, and slid her arms about his neck. She figured that it served him right if she
got his clothes all muddy, and decided to snuggle closer – not that she forgave
him, she just didn’t want to be dropped again.
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Severus walked slowly across the wide lawn, acutely aware of
the witch in his arms. He really hadn’t meant to do what he had done –
when she was in such close proximity, his mind simply tended to wander…over
into hers. And it was just extreme
surprise that had made him drop her after all.
Surprise caused by her, therefore making this whole escapade her fault entirely. But why had she been thinking of such a thing
in the first place? Perhaps the Keltar Druids were right, and she loved him. His insides lurched not unpleasantly at this
thought with a feeling he was wholly unused to – happiness. He sternly guided his dirty mind away from
the fact that a witch in love would do more for her wizard than an idle
conquest would. His heart stealthily
inched closer to actually loving her in return, before his mind could order its
retreat. Would it be that bad? He asked himself. No, it
wouldn’t, came the response. He realized that he was standing, staring
into space while Hermione waved a hand in front of his face saying “Earth to
Snape.” He gave her a considering look,
and started for the castle again enjoying the sensation of the witch resting
her head on his chest.
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Adam Black put his hands on his hips and glared at the two
women. “Okay, they’re in love, it’s
sickening, let them fuck already!” They
gasped in outrage.
“ADAM! Watch your
language,” Gwen retorted. “And yes,
thanks to us, they love each
other. Well, at least Hermione knows it
by using the wits she was born with – that man is thick as a brick, though…I
don’t know what he thinks he’s doing, with all those “maybes” in his head. Pshaw!”
Chloe bounced in excitement.
“Well, if we get her to say it first, I think he’ll stop playing
around. I’m all for true love, but I
need a vacation – we only had two days off between couples, and I’m exhausted.”
Adam rubbed his hands together. “Yes, a vacation sounds nice…what were the
couple’s names again, I forget…”
Gwen rolled her eyes.
“You’d forget your own head if it wasn’t attached, Adam. Sybill Trelawny and Rubeus Hagrid, but they didn’t have a Highland
fantasy… theirs was a standard “Rich Woman and Pool Boy” scenario. Oh, look, he’s carrying her! Let’s go…Chloe, have you set up the room?”
Chloe pulled her long blonde hair back into a messy ponytail
and nodded, grinning. “They’ll be in
there for days.”
“Showtime, ladies.” Adam clapped his hands and disappeared to
liberally douse the witch and wizard’s food with lust potion.
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Severus left Hermione in her own rooms while he went to
bathe swiftly before dinner – he fully intended to be doing other things
afterwards. He would be glad to return
to Hogwarts, where he could shower without the constant worry that someone
would come barging in on him and start laughing. He knew he wasn’t the most handsome wizard in
the world, but thought that he wasn’t that bad, either…Hermione had certainly
seemed impressed. He hastily changed
threads of thought as he felt the all-too-familiar stirring in his loins…good
god, but he was gagging for it. Feeling
emboldened by the lack of prying eyes, he padded nude into the other room to
get dressed (there had best be pants somewhere, or someone was going to be
seriously injured) and was met by the sight of the entire contingent of
maidservants gawking at him. He sighed. Predictably, they gasped with glee and
began to point.
“Out, all of you, out, out, out!” he roared. He was
seriously not in the mood for this tonight, but luckily the maids scampered
out, giggling their fool heads off and offering him all kinds of ribald
comments and wolf whistles. The first
thing he would do when he returned to Hogwarts would be to secure Hermione’s
promise, via Unbreakable Vow, to never speak of the things that had been
happening to him with alarming frequency. He moved over to see what the idiots
had been doing in his bedchamber in the first place, and grinned when he saw
tiny bottles of scented oil, a pile of soft blankets, and various other things
that needed only a wizard and his witch to enjoy them. And enjoy they would…he pulled on his clothes
– for a wonder, his pants were back – and went to escort Hermione.
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Currently rubbing her bruised backside, Hermione Granger was
still cursing Severus Snape and trying to toss the lascivious thoughts that
crept into her head, out on their ear.
But the truth was that she was dying for some “alone time” with her sexy
wizard, and knew that he certainly
couldn’t wait much longer before he tupped her head
off in front of the entire village of Balanoch. She repressed a small twinge of anxiety when
she though that things would be a lot different when they returned to Hogwarts
– there, he was Teacher, she was Student, and that was all. No flirting, no kissing, and certainly no
baby-making. She passed the brush
through her hair one last time. Tonight is the night, then – it’s been
wonderful, spending time with Severus…even if he may not love me back…we’ll
have one night, at least. She
resolved to enjoy herself and not think of any consequences. After all, how many times did a girl get to
see what the Potions Master had underneath his kilt?
She heard his deep, silky voice calling her name outside her
door and shivers ran up and down her spine.
“Come in,” she said breathlessly, and he came into view looking
gorgeous. “Found your pants, I see,” she
teased and smiled at the scowl that appeared on his face. “Help tie me up?” Hermione turned to display the back of her
gown and shivered again at the look in his eyes as he came up to her.
“If that’s how you like it,” he insinuated, and began lacing
up the ribbons in the lavender dress, teasing her by stroking the bared skin of
her back as his agile fingers tied the laces.
It made her wonder what else his fingers were suited for. “Many things,” he murmured from somewhere
around her shoulder blade.
“Are you peeking?” She accused.
“Do I really have to?” He countered with a smile. “How’s your bum?”
She pushed him away with a snort. “It’s been better.”
Dinner was rife with sexual tension, and neither noticed
when the other two couples slipped away as Severus reached over to slide her
skirts up. Hardly in the mood to deny
him, she moved closer to allow it and pretended to be interested in her
soufflé. When he slid under the table
with a gleam in his eye, her heart nearly stopped – her sexual experiences had
consisted of an enchanted vibrator and Viktor Krum, who had been, literally,
the “missionary man.” He had never taken
time to find out what had pleased her, but had no qualms about demanding
oral sex for himself.
She supposed that was why they were no longer together – she wanted a wizard who would
reciprocate, and he wanted a witch
who didn’t bite. She knocked her glass
of wine over as her skirts were lifted again and scorching kisses were
scattered on the insides of her thighs. Sweet Merlin, he’s good… and he hasn’t even
started yet, she thought deliriously.
Her soufflé hit the tablecloth this time as Severus began to
lick her pussy with long strokes of his tongue, inserting one finger, then two,
then three, moving them in and out slowly as he began to lavish attention on
her clitoris. Yes, if Viktor had been
doing this, she might have just agreed to be his House Elf. She wriggled against his mouth, panting and
moaning his name until she felt the delicious sensation of orgasm welling up
inside her. Throwing her head back, she
screamed in release until echoes rang in her ears and off the walls of the
dining hall…Severus was rubbing her over sensitized clit gently with the pad of
his thumb, resting his head on her thigh and looking up at her. “Severus…that was…wow,” she panted.
He looked extremely pleased with himself as he climbed out
from underneath the table, leaning on the arms of her chair to kiss her. “Would my lady care to continue this…physical
conversation in a more private location?” he purred, walking his fingers down
to the front of her bodice and tugging slightly at the silver bow that was
perched jauntily between her breasts.
She breathed her acquiescence and he swept her out of the chair and up
the steps to his room in a flash.
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Hogwarts
Minerva McGonagall fanned her face frantically with one of
the Transfiguration essays she was attempting to grade. “Oh, my!” she gasped,
inadvertently attracting the attention of Harry and Ron.
“I think I’m going to be sick,” Ron muttered. Harry was seized by the sudden desire to hurl
himself against the stone wall repeatedly until he lost consciousness – there
was no doubt what was making their Head of House so flustered.
“I can’t believe she’s really shagging Snape…that’s wrong
just on principle! I mean, he’s Head of
Slytherin House, she’s the Gryffindor poster child…and they’re actually getting
hot and sloppy in that Book? I need to
go see Pomfrey,” Harry moaned.
Minerva glared at them, making the other students in the
class wonder just what had set her off. “Potter,
Weasley…if you’d pay more attention to turning your toads into a tea cozy, they
wouldn’t be hopping off of the table!”
She stared imperiously down her nose at them, desperately hoping they’d
stop watching her long enough for her to see what Severus and Hermione were up
to…and sighed in exasperation when Madam Pince came in to take charge of The
Book. “I’ll give it to you in a moment,
Irma,” she muttered out of the side of her mouth. They engaged in a ridiculous contest of
tug-of-war before the librarian snatched it from her hands and sailed out of
the door with it. “Damn,” she whispered,
hitting the table with her fist.
Her students looked up again in bewilderment.
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A/N: Yes, I am getting around to it! It is a taller order than you might realize,
making something sexy/funny at the same time…how am I doing so far?
There might be not as many giggles in The Book next chapter
(Severus has some frustration to work through first) but I’ll throw in Minerva/Albus
reactions which should be quite amusing.
Hoped you enjoyed this chapter.
SeductionsClaim – thank you for
the valentines, can you tell where I got the inspiration for a line in this
chapter? Lol. Glad to have you
back.
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