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The Fantasy Book	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 44517 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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A/N: I do apologise for the delay in the updates- I will be trying over the next week or so to get more than a chapter a week! Thanks for sticking with it!

Amber melted into splashes of bronze as the sunset kissed the beach, reflecting back its palette of dusk against the ocean waves. There was still just enough sun to light the sand and the remains of the party. Two palm trees were arched in toward each other, leaves creating a shade against the rising moon over the hammock that was strung between them. And she could hardly take her eyes off the man that was resting in said hammock, no shoes, and no black anywhere to be seen in his wardrobe.

            It was such a strange sight to behold, the whole day had been a series of ridiculousness that one would only believe had they been there to experience it. Hermione had been there to see it all. She had arrived just after noon, unbelieving what her former headmaster had managed to pull together. Surviving his own faked death and the war against Voldemort had been an amazing feat, but convincing every member of the Order to show up for a beach party was another matter entirely.

            But somehow the man had done it. Hermione had spent most of the afternoon lounging about on the beach talking with Ginny, sipping coconut milk straight from a half-hollowed coconut. There had been a rousing game of beach volleyball and the boys had insisted she join them in the water. She was a good swimmer, but terrible with ocean waves; fortunately the surf was mild and her attempts at body surfing had not resulted in too many wipeouts.

            That had been hours ago. A fire was growing in the bit that Ron had started and she had mingled with her friends near the fire before wandering off a ways down the beach. She hadn’t seen him when she’d first arrived. It hadn’t been until she’d come up from the surf, dripping wet, hair clinging to her body. She’d made a quick adjustment to her bikini strings; they’d come loose in the waves. But she’d nearly frozen when she’d saw him. He had been lounging in the hammock, a drink in one hand, a pair of shades over his eyes. Hermione had nearly doubled over at the sight of him until he’d raised his free hand and waved at her.

            She had been so stunned she hadn’t known what to do but found herself waving back, just a tiny, simple gesture with her right hand, a bit of a blush creeping into her cheeks. It had just been so strange to see him so out of place. But now she was slowly approaching the man in the hammock, sand squishing between her toes as she walked. She’d tied a long blue silk wrap around her hips like a skirt and left her orange floral-print bikini top exposed.

            As she approached the palm trees she smiled and pushed her hair over one shoulder. “Hello, sir.” She tried not to smile too much, but after all he was alive and was a large part of the reason that she and her friends had also survived.

            His hand was slow, a languid motion as he moved to remove his shades from his eyes. He’d been slumbering in the hammock since late afternoon. When they had decided to leave the surf in favour of food and the fire there was little of interest left to watch and as no one had dared bother him he found sleep to be a quick remedy for the copious amounts of tropical liquor he’d consumed. The sun was nearly set but it was still casting enough light to make him squint to see her. Though he didn’t have to see her to recognize her voice.

            He blinked, drinking in her image. The way the breeze rustled her thin nearly see-through skirt, outlining her curvy hips and long legs; and the little droplets of water that trickled down from her hair onto her skin, it made him want to smile. He thought that perhaps his nap in the shady hammock had not worn off all the effects of the liquor. Severus leaned up on his elbows as best one could in a hammock and tilted his head to see her better.

            Hermione was swept over by a wave of sudden gratitude and before she could stop herself her arms were wrapped around the man’s shoulders, nearly tipping him off balance in the large hammock. She squeezed him tight, her body still damp now pressing against his chest. The cotton of his shirt was soft, a faded off-white colour not at all akin to his usual black garb. Biting her lower lip she pulled back quickly and tried to suppress the blush that was flooding into her cheeks.

            Severus raised an eyebrow up on his forehead and gazed at her for a moment. “What was that for?”

            Hermione sort of laughed into a sheepish grin. “I don’t know what came over me, sir.” She said. “I guess I just wanted to thank you.” The sun danced on his face, and he appeared to glow. This only caused her to blush more. “For everything…” her voice trailed off, the gentle crash of the waves against the shore drowning out her thoughts as she stared at him.

            His skin didn’t seem quite so pale in the setting sun’s ruby rays, the soft khaki shorts making his legs look almost like surfer legs. Even his face appeared younger and for a moment she wondered if perhaps he’d been wearing some sort of glamour, though the thought barely had time to form before she pushed it away and filed it under nonsense. Hermione took a step forward, not really sure what she was doing.

            It happened so quickly she wasn’t entirely sure what exactly had happened. She had reached forward to shake his hand, and he had moved to stand up from the hammock and all at once they had tumbled back into the enormous thing, she pressed against him, their faces quite close together. Her face was flushed as red as the sinking sun and her lips were prepared to blubber several embarrassed apologies but the only she managed was an awkward smile.

            “You are welcome,” he said softly, brushing a strand of her still-drying hair away from her eyes.

            “You’ve been drinking,” she said a bit quicker than she’d intended. She hadn’t meant to say anything at all but had been caught off-guard by his sweet smelling breath, the unmistakable scent of tropical rum, perhaps coconut.

            “Yes, Miss…” his voice trailed off for a moment. “Yes, I have. It’s what one does at these ruddy social events when one isn’t invited to be particularly social.”

            Hermione made to protest but realized that no one had made the attempt to go and invite him to any of the day’s festivities, though she assumed he would have preferred his solitude. She hadn’t even noticed him ‘til halfway through the day. “Would you like to join me over by the bonfire?” she offered, still finding it sufficiently awkward to be lying in the hammock next to him.

            “No thank you,” he said. “Carousing around the high leaping flames with the other drunks who would rather loathe my company than welcome it is hardly my idea of social, Miss Granger.” He said her name that time, words only slurring slightly.

            “Right,” she could feel the heat creeping once more into her face. “Well, I had just wanted to say thank you…”

            “You said that,” he said rather quickly.

            Hermione shivered. Despite the warmth of the day it was something about the way his voice slithered over the words, over her name that made her whole body tingle with a strange feeling. “I did,” she said and nodded her head. “And now I should…” she tried to turn her head to see the bonfire but found it difficult to do without moving her whole body further against him. “I should…well I should be getting back to the festivities, I suppose.”

            Severus nodded his head though he did not move. He would be loathe to see her go. The truth be told her little interruption had been a pleasant one in his otherwise dull day. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as the last rays of sunlight dipped below the horizon. The remnants of the liquor was still swimming through his veins as he reached his hand up and cupped her cheek.

            Hermione flushed. His hands were large but soft, almost tender as they touched her face and she closed her eyes for just a moment. The smell of sea breeze mingled with the tropical liquor scent and she inhaled slowly. He smelled divine, whether it was because of the liquor and the atmosphere or just his sweet manly scent she couldn’t be sure.

            “Perhaps…” his voice was lost as a wave crashed against the shore.

            “Yes?” she asked, almost trembling.

            His face was dangerously close to hers and her eyes fluttered closed as he leaned even closer to her, his hand still cupping her cheek. “I think I would enjoy your company for a swim…”

            Hermione opened her eyes, staring into his, her body feeling like it was on fire with a strange electrical current. “Alright,” she said.

            There was some difficulty dismounting from the hammock, hands and legs brushing against torsos and backs as they did. But a few moments passed and they were both standing toes in the sand, staring at one another. Hermione gazed over her shoulder for a moment. If anyone had even noticed that she’d left the bonfire they didn’t show it. Everyone seemed focused on the flames and dancing around the flames. As she turned her head back to face him she had to suppress a gasp. Severus had begun to take his shirt off, pulling his arms up over his head. The soft cotton shirt landed in the hammock with a gentle rustling sound.

            It was impossible not to stare. His chest was paler than the rest of his skin; smattered with thick black curls. Toned muscles and lean abs were littered with faded pink scars and she tried not to let her eyes linger but she could not look away. He was a man, and a handsome man. She never imagined that she would see her former professor and describe him as such and the notion made her flush.

            Severus crossed his arms over his chest, and gazed back at her, a slight smirk curling over his lip. He took a step forward and placed one hand on her shoulder. She shivered slightly and tried hard not to flush. “Sorry,” she muttered and dropped her eyes to the sand.

            “See something you like?” he smirked, his tone low. His words caused her to flush further. Again she glanced nervously over her shoulder. No one from the bonfire seemed to notice them. “It will be difficult to enjoy a swim with your skirt…” he gestured to the wispy blue material clinging to her hips.

            “Right,” she said with the hint of a smile. Her fingers were quick with the knot and the fabric fell away. Her hips were curvy and full, blending down into long toned legs that were slightly bronzed from the sun. He nodded his approval and for some reason this pleased her. She felt as if she’d passed an exam that he’d issued. “So, a swim then?” her words were soft against the gentle beach breeze as it blew, rustling through her hair.

            He walked down the beach and did not stop when the waves washed up over his feet. She followed quickly, glancing over her shoulder every few steps. No one at the bonfire had turned to pay them any attention and she was relieved. Hermione couldn’t understand why heading toward the ocean with the man was giving her butterflies, or why her mind had suddenly started playing cruel tricks on her; allowing her to see him as an attractive man, but she liked it and didn’t question it.

            The water was warm, not quite as warm as earlier in the day but still warm enough to be comfortable. It was dark, just enough twilight to allow her to see him ahead of her in the surf. Gentle waves crashed against her thighs as she walked further out into the water, feet sinking beneath the sand. He had stopped with the water just at the level of his chest, but being a good head or so shorter than him the water was up to Hermione’s neck when she stood beside him.

            She smiled at him, she wasn’t sure why, but there was something pleasant about being in his presence. It felt good to be in the water and even more so with him. Her stomach filled with butterflies once more as she caught his gaze and noted that he too was smiling. “The water’s nice,” she said and then rolled her eyes. “Sorry, I hate small talk, generally.”

            Severus said nothing but continued to gaze at her with the tiniest of amused smirks upon his lips. He cast a glance over the water back to the beach. They were far enough out that the bonfire seemed smaller and the people moving around it appeared to be little more than darkened shadows. Hermione lifted her feet from the sand and allowed herself to lie on her back, floating on the water as the waves ebbed and flowed over her. She closed her eyes and waited for him to turn his attentions back to her.

            Severus tried hard to hide his approval of the very appealing sight before him. She was floating, her breasts just barely restrained in her bikini top peaking above the water, her throat exposed to him. Perhaps he had imbibed far too much throughout the course of the day as his thoughts ran away with him. “See something you like?” she teased without opening her eyes. Hermione sat up and allowed her legs to sink slowly below the surface of the water until her feet were once again on the sandy bottom of the ocean floor.

            “Indeed,” he muttered and Hermione shuddered as he moved closer to her. She gasped as he wrapped both arms around her back and pulled her closer to him. Her feet slipped forward and she fell against his chest, her cheek landing against his shoulder. As she struggled to regain her footing she felt his hips press against her body and her eyes went wide. His hardness pressed against her and it sent shivers through her core. A blush filled her cheeks and she closed her eyes for the briefest of moments.

            “Sir…” her voice trailed off, unsteady and uncertain as she pulled her head back to gaze into his eyes. The moon had begun its ascent in the dusky twilight and was now casting shadows across his face. There was something completely inappropriate about the situation and yet that made her all the more curious and excited by it. Hermione felt a rush of confliction surge through her but found herself quickly relinquishing those feelings and giving in to a different set of emotions as he cupped her cheek and tilted her head up with his hand.

            “You are a lovely young witch,” he muttered. His lips were hovering near her ear and she hadn’t even noticed him leaning in. As if his physical presence weren’t enough his compliments sent hues of crimson flooding into her cheeks.

            She parted her lips to speak, to perhaps thank him for his compliment, but her words were lost as he pressed his lips to hers. Hermione did not resist him as he slipped his tongue into her mouth and began to kiss her. Her moan drowned in his mouth and her body was alive with feeling as he pressed his hips against her once more. His lips were soft but demanding as he allowed his tongue to explore her mouth.

            Any number of minutes had passed before she pulled back, her face flushed, her breaths coming in silent gasps. Hermione turned her head over her shoulder, trying to see if anyone on the beach had seen them. “They cannot see us,” he muttered and pressed his lips against her ear. She shivered. “It is too dark…” he trailed his lips down the side of her neck until he was suckling on her flesh, nipping her lightly and she was leaning into his caress.

            It was a dream, she thought, the surly man before her, slightly drunk and seducing her in the ocean. But the reality came crashing over her when she felt his hand beneath the water against her hip. She cupped her hand to her mouth to capture the tiny shriek that escaped her lips when she felt him unknotting the strings on her bikini bottoms. Her eyes were wide but this only caused him to smirk as he pulled his hand above the surface of the water, holding her bikini.

            Hermione made to protest once more but a groan escaped her lips as she felt his fingers between her thighs. She’d never been touched underwater before and it was a slightly strange but very pleasing sensation. He stroked his digits between her folds, prodding at her sensitive nub with his thumb. Her lips pouted when he pulled his hand away but she did not have long to wait as he grabbed her hips and pulled her closer to him.

            Severus guided her legs up around his hips, and she wrapped herself around him. She wasn’t sure when he’d removed his swimming trunks or where they had gone but it didn’t matter. The man before her was driving her wild and Merlin be damned if she cared how inappropriate it was, how old he was, or how easily they could be caught by any one of the people back on the beach. A rogue demon driven by lust had taken over her mind and she wanted to feel him, she longed to experience his hardness pulsing inside of her.

            Once again his lips covered hers and with a hard thrust of his hips he sheathed himself inside of her. Had she been of a more conscious state she might have been impressed at how easily he stood supporting both their weight in the water while controlling his thrusting hips. But all Hermione could focus on were his dark eyes and how incredibly pleasurable he felt between her thighs.

            She rocked her hips against his body and he thrust against her; waves splashing against waves as they moved against one another. Hermione was panting as he slipped his hands up under the nylon of her bikini top. Her nipples were hard and grew stiffer as he touched them. Severus pinched her nipples lightly between his finger and thumb, bringing his lips to hers and then releasing a guttural growl into her mouth. She whimpered, longing to cry out but did not break the kiss for fear they might somehow be heard.

            His hips rocked harder and faster, the waves splashing up against his back and over her shoulders. Her fingers raked up and down his back and she was panting as he thrust into her. They rocked against the water as if they were their own current trying to change the direction of the ocean. She cried out when she felt one hand leave her breasts and trail down her torso between them. His fingers sought out her sensitive clit and began to massage the nub until she was practically sobbing with pleasure against his shoulder.

            Severus was grunting low, thrusting into her as fast as he could beneath the water. He could feel her walls clenching tightly around him and he closed his eyes trying to hold out but her nails cut his skin, her sweet high-pitched squeal sending him over the edge. He shuddered as he released himself into her, legs shaking slightly beneath the water. Hermione was crying out, her body quivering as he pushed her over the edge, her clitoris almost too sensitive as his fingers rubbed it harder.

            His knees buckled and he tumbled back, Hermione still riding him, her legs still wrapped around his hips. They sank beneath the water for a moment but he pulled them to the surface, both panting and gasping and soaked. It took several moments before their breathing returned to normal. Hermione slowly unhooked her legs from around him and settled them once more on the sandy ocean floor. He kept his arms around her as she stood there in the moonlight water, head resting against his chest.

            “Thank you,” she whispered.

            “Indeed,” he muttered and placed a kiss against the top of her head.

            “Hermione!” the voice shouted. “Are you alright?” There was a heavy knocking on the door.

            She practically jumped up from the bed and then realizing she was naked, grabbed a towel and wrapped it around herself. “Yes!” she called. “Coming!” Hermione moved to the door and propped it open ever so slightly. “Oh! I didn’t realize you were back so soon.” She said.

            Poppy Pomphrey stood in the doorway with a look of concern etched in her features. “I heard moaning and you didn’t respond at first, is everything alright?” she asked trying to glance over Hermione’s shoulder to see if perhaps through some miracle Severus Snape had awoken.

            “Oh, terribly sorry, I had just hopped out of the shower and must have fallen asleep,” she lied. “I think I was having a nightmare and then I heard you calling…” she shook her head. “I’m fine. He’s fine- well, as fine as he’s going to be in his current state.”

            Poppy nodded slowly uncertain as to whether or not she believed the girl, but she supposed that it didn’t matter. The man in her extended care wasn’t likely to wake any time soon if ever at all and if the girl before her wanted to waste her nightmares on him then who was she to get in the way. “Did you need anything?” she asked.

            “No, no, I’m fine, honestly. Just a nightmare.”

            “Is he showing any improvement? Any signs of stirring to life?”

            Hermione bit her lower lip to keep from blushing. “He smiled once. Yesterday I think.” She said.

            “That’s progress,” the mediwitch beamed. “What were you doing that caused him to smile?”

            “Oh, just reading. Must have been an engaging article from Potions Quarterly, I know how he cared for his research,” again she lied through her teeth.

            “Well, alright, dear.” The Mediwitch said. “If he starts showing any further signs let me know, I’ll be in my chambers.” She said.

            “Will do, Poppy,” Hermione gave a polite nod and then closed and locked the door to his private hospital room. She sighed and slumped back against the door. “Good grief,” she muttered and closed her eyes. She took a moment to compose herself before walking back over to the bed.

            Severus was still asleep, deep in his coma but she could hardly believe her eyes. His robe was soaked in a puddle just over his lap and his tented erection seemed deflated. She muttered a quick scourgify and then closed her eyes. “I am getting through to you,” she whispered. Her towel hit the floor and with a few difficult maneuvers she managed to remove his robe. After a few minutes she was situated in the bed with him, their naked bodies pressed together. “I know you can hear me in there…” she whispered against his ear.

            Hermione closed her eyes for a moment. She was getting through, it was what she wanted, to rouse him from his permanent slumber, to save him as he’d done for her in the war. But at the same time when she succeeded it would all come to an end. All the fantasies would be over and the thought made her shudder. There was something inappropriate about being there with him unbeknownst to him that she was naked with him, though she still refused to use her hands to touch his more intimate bits, but she refused to let it go.

            “Severus…” she let his name slide off her tongue before she pressed her lips against his cheek. “I want you to wake up…but I’m selfish…” she whispered. “I like this…well…the idea of sharing these things with you…I don’t like you in a coma,” she added. “I don’t think I want this to end…” a single tear slipped down her cheek. “So you need to wake up. So that I can stop living in fantasy land…” she bit her lower lip and then kissed his cheek once more. “I’m too tired to try another one right now…let’s rest, shall we?”

            She asked him as if she expected an answer, but he said nothing. Severus remained sleeping in his coma. Hermione sighed and settled their heads against the pillow, she lay with her chest against his, and closed her eyes. A little nap would refresh her and then she could try again.

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