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The Twelve Days of Secret Santa	By : CryingCinderella Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 32182 -:- Recommendations : 4 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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A/N: Thank you for your continued reviews! Sorry about the delay. Miss Granger was being quite difficult with this one. Something about never wearing something so tacky ever.

To say that Hermione was flabbergasted was an understatement and embarrassed didn’t exactly cover it either. She sat alone on her bed the bright shiny foil crinkled up on the floor and the ribbon discarded. The tissue paper was pulled back and for the longest time she simply sat staring into the box. It was either a terrible mix up or her Secret Santa had just taken it to a whole new level. She’d woken early that morning because of her classes and had been slightly disappointed that her present had not arrived before breakfast but upon returning from lunch she’d found the package. It had been wrapped with care in a bright silver foil and tied with a red ribbon.

            But after opening the box she was unable to do anything besides stare. Her mind was reeling. Who in their right mind would send her such an intimate gift? Lingerie was not a thing that Hermione Granger owned let alone would consider an appropriate Christmas present. But someone had thought it appropriate. And it unnerved her more so than any of the other gifts. They’d all been quite luxurious; and it wasn’t to say that the lingerie wasn’t elegant, and it did look expensive, but she could hardly fathom who would be so comfortable in their knowing of her to send it.

            After what felt like forever she finally lifted the garment out of the box. It was a shimmery gown like outfit, the cups that would cover her breasts a bright red and green thin striped pattern with spaghetti straps that were red and white candy cane stripes. It was a shimmery silver see-through lace-like material that would fall over the rest of her body, from the looks of it to just the tops of her thighs. Beneath the shimmery top, resting in the bottom of the box was what she could only assume was the bottom of the set. A thong, green red and silver striped with a very fine string across the back. She flushed a bright shade of red and let the garment drop back into the box.

            It had felt incredibly light against her fingers, almost like silken lace and soft satin. She closed her eyes and flopped back onto the bed. For a moment she tried to imagine what would have happened had she sent the headmaster a set of lingerie for the eighth day of Christmas. Instead she had created a bit of a modified deluminator. Rather than steal the light from the surrounding area it allowed him to place light into the atmosphere. And not so much as place light but more like change colors of the current existing light. She’d featured eight different colors— red, blue, green, yellow, orange, purple, pink, and teal. If nothing else he would have fun with the rainbow of lights during the Christmas Eve staff party and perhaps put it to good use during the students’ last breakfast before the holidays.

            She sighed and then slowly curled her body until she was nearly tucked into a fetal position gazing at the lingerie in the box. It took her several moments before she brought herself up to a sitting position and began to examine the silky garment once more. She was curious as she’d never worn lingerie. Biting her lower lip she glanced around her bedroom as if expecting someone to be peaking in on her before she stood up from the bed. Shrugging out of her robes she found that her fingers were trembling as she unclasped her bra.

            There was something completely naughty about the notion of wearing lingerie that was sent from a stranger. But this was no ordinary stranger. Hermione stepped over to the closet as she slipped out of her knickers; the expanded walk-in had a full length mirror on the back of the door, and for a moment she stood there gazing at her reflection. Her skin was still smooth from the bath, five days had past and it was still driving her wild at night as she would toss and turn feeling the slight dampness against her bare skin.

            She spun around once, glancing over her shoulder to gaze at the swell of her arse and then she blushed. With the tiny thong there would be absolutely nothing covering her flesh. This caused her to flush but after a moment of drawing in a slow deep breath to regain her composure, she slowly stepped into the thong one leg at a time and pulled it up to cover her naked sex. Truth be told it was not uncomfortable as she imagined it would be. The string that slid across the back did not press into her skin and the other string didn’t seem to slide into the crack between her arse.

            Hermione slipped her arms into the top and let the lacy silky satin fall around her figure. It hugged her nicely, just barely covering her breasts. They spilled out the top, pushing her flesh up and forward giving her an instant lift. Again she blushed but she twirled around in the mirror a few more times. It felt incredible against her skin; leaving little zaps of electricity here and there as the lace would brush against her stomach or hips as she would move. With a silent giggle at how foolish she had been she stepped out of the closet and walked over to her bathroom.

            “Ahem,” he cleared his throat. Hermione froze in her tracks; eyes wide. His eyes took her in, raking over her figure for a moment before he turned to look at the wall. “I did knock several times, and when you did not answer…” his voice trailed off.

            Hermione was brighter than a blazing fire as she dashed into the bathroom. Her heart was pounding in her chest, her lungs tight. She grabbed her dressing gown and threw it over her figure. Waiting a moment before she re-entered her bedroom she hoped that he would somehow vanish but as she opened the door she was met with his cool gaze. “What exactly are you— erm— doing in my bedroom, sir?”

            Severus Snape frowned and then crossed his arms over his chest. “I needed a word with you. And you were nowhere else to be found.” His voice was low, not unhappy, but level, simple without the usual malice and bite he reserved for situations where people attempted to demand an explanation from him. “I did knock several times as I mentioned and when you did not answer, with the door to your chambers being slightly ajar I presumed you would be suitable to entertain company…”

            Hermione flushed. He had seen her wearing the lingerie. It had almost unnerved her how his eyes had traced her figure but she’d been too embarrassed to put any real thought to the matter. “I—” she cleared her throat and drew her robe tighter around her. “I see,” she blinked and then forced herself to meet his gaze as if it were the most normal thing for her to be doing; standing in her bedroom nearly naked covered only by the good graces of her robes and conversing with him. “What did you need to speak with me about?”

            Severus shook his head for a moment as if to clear some errant thought from his mind. “It’s about Chetler,” he said. “You have him scheduled for a study session with your sixth years tomorrow morning and the Quidditch pitch has graciously become clear and as it is the last time my house team will have the chance to practice with all seven members before the big holiday game Thursday evening, perhaps you could move him to a different study session.”

            “You came in here for that?” She quickly bit her lower lip wishing that she hadn’t been so fast to speak.

“What exactly were you doing?” he asked with a quick counter.

            Hermione blushed again. “Secret Santa present,” she muttered and then feigned a brief coughing spell. “Yes, yes, I’ll move him to another study session, please see yourself out,” she said and before he could respond Hermione ducked into her bathroom and closed the door.

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