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Spa Day	By : FieryPhoenix Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 10554 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Spa Day chapter 9

Wednesday again. Hermione grinned as she confidently strode into her office. She was deliberately 23 minutes late and she knew it would drive Ginny crazy not knowing why the sudden change in her schedule. She checked her new plum coloured skirt and strutted into the office she shared with her friend, determined to play her part.

Severus had already done his part, and Harry had played along once Hermione had cornered him and threatened to unleash a new personal body space hex she had newly perfected. Harry had acquiesced, knowing it would be easier to placate Ginny than to patch things up with Hermione. He had sung like the proverbial canary and he thought that their plan to bring Ginny down a notch or two was a fantastic one indeed!

Severus had made the potion and owled it to Hermione who had in turn slipped it to Harry on Monday when he had come to surprise Ginny at work with special dinner reservations. Ginny had squealed in delight and hurriedly waved goodbye to Hermione, hardly daring to believe that her husband actually managed to get away from work at a reasonable time for once.

Harry’s job was to switch out Ginny’s morning vitamin potion with this new one. Hermione grinned to herself; she knew that the “vitamin potion” was actually a contraceptive and that for Ginny to understand the gravity of what she had messed with, she needed to realise how it felt to have her life potentially messed with. The co-operation of all three of them had been required to bring this plan to fruition. Honestly though, both Hermione and Severus knew that poor Ginny didn’t stand a chance against them, even though they both had to agree that her plan had been meticulously thought out and would indeed have been flawless if not for Hermione’s spectacular spell work.

Severus and Hermione had through rigorous owling (birding?) figured out exactly how many times they had come close to bumping into each other in the weeks leading up to that fateful day in the treatment room. He had even, in one particularly steamy missive entertained her with his thoughts on watching her walk away from him that one day in the passage by the lifts.

So now their counter plan was in effect and it should be great fun to see Ginny squirm her way out of this one.

Now some may say that matchmaking was harmless in the face of an unwanted pregnancy, but Hermione knew her best friend well. Especially since said friend had not too long ago drunkenly confessed to Hermione that she was more than ready to play mummy, but was concerned about Harry’s reaction since his career was just taking off. Sometimes it paid to be the agony aunty to both parties in a couple. Hermione knew that this was literally just a nudge that both Harry and Ginny wanted but were too polite to talk about.

She giggled softly as she sat down, and started humming as she pulled her stack of mail towards her. “So Ginny, have you heard anything further from Severus on the finalised range yet?” She asked nonchalantly, checking her mails for anything of interest (invitation to a ball, request to speak at a witches weekly annual fundraiser lunch, invitation to a ladies tea, request to donate money to the Hogwarts orphans fund, advert for Weazley’s Wizarding Wheezes Open night to view their new “Naughty things for Nice Witches*” range.)

Ginny looked up suspiciously at Hermione, noting that for the third morning in a row her friend was overly happy, enthusiastic and humming?? Hermione never hummed!

Ginny cleared her throat nervously and leaned back in her chair in a show of relaxed confidence. “Well, yes as a matter of fact I did. He is coming today to sign the papers here with us. Only, because you are the paper partner (hehe) you need to meet with him in the meeting room at 3:30pm.” She made a show of checking her nails, which was definitely for show as she always bit them down to the quick. “I hope that will work with your schedule today?” She finally looked up at Hermione, convinced that her plan was still in working order.

Hermione looked up from her mail, pretending to be distracted, “huh? What?”

Ginny sighed, “Geez Hermione something has you all distracted lately, if I didn’t know better I’d say it was a guy!” She tinkled out a laugh, as Hermione forced herself to giggle along.

“Well you know me,” Hermione joked, “I’ve more chance of finding one of Hagrid’s blast ended skrewts in my living room than a guy I actually get along with for more than the first 15 minutes of a date.”

Hermione paused, noticing Ginny’s complete attention focused on her. Her brain giggled gleefully and rubbed it’s hands together like a cartoon villain.

She continued slyly, “Actually I have been reading this amazing book lately, about obscure ancient potions. I got it out of the Dumbledore collection. But I don’t want to bore you – I know how I go on about my books!”

Hermione didn’t miss how Ginny paled before she put her head down and started working. As Ginny rushed out the room, Hermione looked up, “What’s the matter Ginny? Morning sickness perhaps?”. Ginny waved her off and continued down the hall.

Hermione couldn’t wait to tell Sever… wait what??!! Since when did she have the need to tell a guy every detail of her life? And how did her brain jump straight to him of all people. True the sex (and the near-sex) had been out of this world explosive each time. True, they struggled to keep their hands off each other when they were in the same room – even though the potion had worn off by the last time they were together. True, she loved to argue and debate with him as they had both read many of the same books and scrolls and both followed many of the same interests and developments in various fields, both Muggle and Magical. But still, she was certain that theirs was a friendship with the added concern of initial lust.

Although, surely he should be informed of how their plans were coming along? Settling her inner debate, she pulled open her drawer, took out a fresh piece of writing parchment and quickly penned a note to Severus. She went over to the window and opened it, looking to see if a mail owl was nearby. Her BlueJay was in a snit over spending the past days flying back and forth and was refusing to carry any post currently. As an owl flew up to her she smiled, tied it to the bird and offered an owl treat before whispering the intended addressee to the intelligent bird.

She turned back to her desk and her work, determined to get as much done as possible before her 3:30 meeting with Severus. Hopefully in a work setting and with her mind firmly on work they would be able to act rationally instead of jumping each other like a pair of randy fourth years in a hidden alcove of the school.

A few hours later found Hermione in the Spa Librarary up against the stacks, pinned there by Severus Snape. Yes, the one man she had sworn to kepe her hands off of until they resolved both the potion issue and the business issue.

She had deliberately moved their meeting from the meeting room to avoid the latent memories of the explosive first time with Snape there. She blushed even just standing at the doorway of the room staring at the table. So they met in the library, which Hermione had insisted they put in as a quiet thinking place for witches who needed the solitude it offered, even between treatments.

Hermoine had thought that being fortified by her precious books would offer an immediate buffer for any emotions (Lust) that may arise once they met. Also, it was much more public since it didn't have the same security privacy settings as the meeting room.

Alas, so much for her well-intentioned plans! He had walked in, all formal with all those buttons of his and about halfway through their greeting, his handshake had turned into a hand caress and she was suddenly wrapped around him, her legs hitched behind his waist, her hands running ove his shoulders, through his hair as he stumbled to the shelves behind her. There he ground his pelvis into her, letting her know the immediate effect her presence had wrought on his body.

Merlin, she was gorgeous! And that new plum skirt that now sat at her waist simply showed off her curves too much for him to resist. Ah who was he kidding, Severus knew he was now an emotionally dead man - it had nothing to do with latent potion effects, nothing to do with going too long without a witch underneath him. It was all Hermione. This witch. HIS witch. For he was now determined to have her be his. She had bewitched his mind, ensnared his senses and to be with her he would gladly put up with all her inane friends, including Potter and that git Ron Weasly, who sometimes still alluded to his special friendship with the golden girl when he thought there was something in it for himself.

Yes, Severus realised now that resistance was futile. He had been thoroughly assimilated into the Hermione Granger, Golden Girl of Griffindor Fan Club and desperately wanted to be president and chief worshipper of the club's namesake.

Forget his incessant insistences that he would never love again, right now he was convinced that whatever this force was drawing them back together constantly, it was good and it was exactly what they both needed. Just like that.

Severus was nothing if not a stubborn man. It had been his stubbornness that had helped him survive that maniacal despot and his crazed snake. It had been this stubbornness that had saved Harry's life several times and helped prepare Hermione to get Harry to where he had needed to be. And it had helped him start from scratch after the war when everything he had worked for had been summarily stripped of him in the name of "showing the world that he truly was not a death eater and wanted no part of monies garnered during that time of his life". Oh yes, he had risen again and now, now he didn't care about any of that. He cared only for the woman squirming so deliciously against him.

Wandlessly and Wordlessly he put up Impeturbable shields to block the library from outside access - both sound and motion were blocked now and he turned his full attention to showing Hermione exactly how much he was willing to adore and worship her.

He stared into her eyes, drowning in the whiskey coloured depths that seemed to mirror his own black orbs. He sighed as she closed her eyes briefly, tilting her head back against the books and he used the opening to swoop in - kissing and sucking at her neck, lightly nipping at her pulse point as he pushed her mroe firmly against the books. He yearned to feel her against him fully and moved his kisses up to her mouth, to plunder and to claim it as his own.

Hermione groaned softly as her teeth lightly grazed his ear, her insides were coiled so tightly that she knew she would explode if he even just whispered her name. She pulled at his shirt, pulling it out of his pants and then using some of her own wandless, non-verbal magic undid the buttons gently this time, opening the shirt to reveal the warmth of his chest.

He pulled at her blouse, popping the buttons and growling to find her plum bra blocking him from accessing her milky white mounds. He pulled the cups down, too hurried to care about undoing it and lowered his head to capture her hardening tip in his warm mouth.

Before either of them knew it, their bodies navigated their way through the many clothing barriers until finally at last he was able to pull her down onto his rock hard shaft. Hermione mewled as she felt him seat himself fully within her. Severus huffed out his approval of her tight warm inner sheath. Finally they both felt at peace as they urgently rocked together, the outside world all but forgotten in their haste to join together in this exquisite coupling.

At last, at last she felt she had come to a better understanding of herself and her place in this world. Finally she had found that one piece of this magical world that was truly beyond understanding, and it was here that Hermione felt her heart and soul soar away beyond thought, beyond reason.

As she called his name over and over, he felt her nails lightly scratching over his scalp and it sent a shiver down his spine, causing him to explode within her with a force so powerful it caused the furniture in the room to lift off the ground before slamming back down to the ground before they both slowed down, slowly, gently moving together now in a bid to prolong both the ecstasy and the union of their bodies.

As they started pulling on their clothes, giggling and whispering together like two children with a secret to hide, they realised what had just happened. Again. And where it had just happened.

Hermione paled, anyone could have seen them, and she usually prided herself on her ability to maintain decorum - especially in the sanctity of her precious library.

As she closed her eyes to steady herself a flash of passion shot through her core again and she imagined that happening in the Hogwarts library. She quickly opened her eyes and stared at her lover.

Yes, she had to admit it now - Severus Snape was her lover. It could no longer be denied - anyone walking in now would be able to tell that they were familiar with each other - she was buttoning his shirt, he was straightening her bra and blouse, all the while whispering to each other, comments about the other, nervous smiles of dawning realisation of what was happening to them, murmured comforts about the business deal, their future and the final words from Severus, "Miss Granger, it appears that we simply cannot keep our hands to ourselves when we are in direct company. If we keep meeting like this, it is likely that both our businesses will fail, or we will start a new one of giving people something both to stare at and to talk about."

Hermione nodded in agreement, not yet trusting her voice to work without sounding either giddy as the girls in her second year had been over the pompous fool Lockhart or squeaking out a response as she was quite certain that she could not as yet structure anything that would sound remotely like an English sentence. She opted instead to "mmmm" her concurrence.

He stared at her, lazily flicking her hair out of her eyes and artfully tidying it back into place behind her.

Finally she spoke and yes, her voice was still a bit shaky to her ears, "Perhaps," she paused, not wanting to give him the wrong idea, "perhaps if we met in a more public place to sign the papers we would be able to focus for a while and sort it all out?" She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth again, reminding Severus of the swollen state he had kissed those lips to.

Severus nodded, now not trusting his voice to speak without giving away the fact that his body already missed her, yearned for her closeness once again.

He held her arms steady and took a step backwards, putting some space between them.

"Yes, I totally agree." He murmured softly. "Let's meet for dinner on Friday night. We can both prepare our parts of the papers and we can exchange pleasant conversation, a good meal and signatures while maintaining proper decorum."

Hermione silently took the papers that he had quickly duplicated with his wand and led him towards the door of the library.

As she paused to move through the door, she saw Severus right the room with a swift swish and flick. She smiled in adoration - that slight move told her everything she needed to know about the man and she knew she was smitten.

They walked in silence back to the reception area, stood carefully aside each other in the lift, their stifled gasps and moans as their arms accidentally touched recorded for their ears only.

As Hermione raised her hand to wave farewell, she said softly, "It's a date!"

And he turned to walk away, remembering only at the last minute to scowl for the benefit of the workers and customers in the soothing reception room and strode away, his customary black robes swirling and billowing around his strong legs.

Hermione stared, trying to appear unaffected as he strode to the apparition point. As he turned on the spot she noticed every other witch in the place mesmerised by his movements and scowled as she turned away to overhear two of the ladies agreeing how they wouldn’t mind him billowing away with them in his arms.

“Huh!” she thought to herself, “the only person in his arms is me ladies!” And without pausing to consider the importance of her self-proclamation, she turned to walk back to her shared office to tease Ginny some more.

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