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What can go wrong? completed	By : Kvarta Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 15096 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Lost
- 2-Complicated
- 3-Interesting
- 4-Kitten
- 5-Gratification
- 6-Openness
- 7-Revenge
- 8-Promising
- 9-Lesson
- 10-Looney
- 11-Naked
- 12-Up-side-down
- 13-Breath-taking
- 14-Insights
- 15-Irreparable
- 16-Thrill
- 17-Tight
- 18-Shift
- 19-Tapping
- 20-Discomforting
- 21-Skin-deep
- 22-Intense
- 23-Knotted
- 24-Pivot
- 25-Bridle
- 26-Redefining
- 27-Quell
- 28-Fushion
- 29-Essentials
- 30-Interlace
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Lesson
He forgot. Forgot how good, how peaceful is to be in the laboratory, to work on a potion. Almost meditative stillness of the mind, focused only on the task at hand. He pushed that part of his life along with others when he deserted wizarding world. How he could ever forget?! How much relaxation one could draw from such simple task like preparing the ingredients. How melodic was the soft sound of hissing fire under the cauldron…
It was almost outer body experience now. He could hear his voice droning about proper preparation of ingredients, the size of the granulation for powdered ingredients, the angles and the measurements, temperature changes, number and angles of stirs. His hands working, moving on their own accord, pushed solely by the power of muscle memory.
She was watching him again, like a hawk watching its pray, taking methodical notes but strangely enough not asking any questions. Of course, that peace was lacking in the Hogwarts, there he had to be always alert, always on the lookout for the possible catastrophe created by ignorant, absent minded idiots he usually had in front of him. Hermione was one of the rare students he didn’t have to worry about. And, he had to admit that this peace he felt now was possible only because she was the one with him in the laboratory.
Focusing on the task, now gave him one more thing, it liberated him. Freed him from constant pull of the curse. Smothering the need for the touch, for her presence. It was like the curse itself was sedated by their joined effort to create the potion. Or was it because he worked on her behalf? Because he was making something for her.
He could feel change in her. The lack of the thrall that Bella’s curse set in motion was evident, the girl could not entrap him anymore. That set his mind at ease. Still, the nature of the curse they shared arise other worries, worries that he didn’t have before. In magical world kids were the binding contract, more powerful than anything else. He was more than a little surprised at her statement that she can’t have any kids. “How much that loon was torturing her if that was the consequence? And why no one gave her any treatment after the war? Did she even see the mind-healer?” during the second war he alone was more than once on the receiving end of Bella’s insanity, even as a young girl Bellatrix considered inflicting pain as a foreplay, after the prison she was certifiably insane, her sadistic streak enhanced to the maximum.
Hermione stirred. He gave her an order to start with the second batch. She worked with care and confidence. It was nice, to have a partner that was competent. He almost smiled. Last time he had that much trust into his lab partner was when he worked with his old Master. Setting his potion to simmer he started to prepare ingredients to other potions he intended to make. She was not far behind him, finishing with her part she sat quietly on the stool and continued to watch him.
- See something you like Miss Granger? – he chuckled darkly
- Beg your pardon? – she was confused, he chuckled again
- You are…watching my every move. I can assure you that I won’t poison you. –
- I am not afraid that you will poison me. But, watching a master doing his work is a rare and most pleasurable opportunity one could get. –
- You’ve seen me in the laboratory, making potions, before. Plenty of times, in fact. –
- Yes, but never while you were working and not teaching. You look different now. Serene. –
- Some would call that focused. But I can see why you are unfamiliar with that given your choice of friends. – he drawled
- May I ask… -
- If you must. – he sighed
- Why are you preparing ingredients for contraceptive potions? Both male and female? –
- Tell me, Miss Granger, what is the one thing that “seal the deal”, so to say, in the magical world? – he looked at her
- Children. But I can’t have any. –
- Nor can I. – her eyes were sad
- That is just not fair, you don’t deserve that. – the sparks of her old self emerged and he felt satisfied, strangely happy, about that – But, that doesn’t answer my question. –
- Miss Granger, I refuse to think on your behalf. Think carefully now before you answer. Why would I prepare contraceptive potion, both male and female, for two people who are otherwise unable to produce offspring? –
Her eyes narrowed, she was chewing on her bottom lip and he could see the clogs turning in her head. Fighting the urge to walk the distance, to bypass the obstacle presented in a form of work bench, and kiss her, he just watched, waiting. Her eyes widened in sudden realisation
- Children! You think that curse could…heal…us! –
- I won’t claim that I know for sure, or even if that…healing…is permanent…or that it would work with other partners…. But, better to be on the safe side. –
- So… - he could see the sadness literally beating down the spark of hope in her eyes - Even if we are healed…it may be only… -
- Precisely. Do you remember how to make a potion? –
- Yes. If I remember you were quite adamant in our fifth year that we learn how to make it. It was also obligatory for theoretical and practical part for our NEWTS. –
- Then I can thrust you to make yours. – he clipped dryly, feeling like absolute bastard, but she needed the distraction – The time we must wait for this potion to simmer would suffice. –
She just nodded and stand by the bench, taking the ingredients and busing herself with work. Cold wire coiled in his stomach. How did she feel? He smirked, dark smile tugging corners of his lips. “Fate is a cruel mistress.” There they were, two irreparably damaged individuals, and by misfortunate accident, fate had dangled something in front of them, something that apparently both desired. He did renounce that right long time ago, longer than she is alive, but possibility…now…it was just too much. To cruel. Maybe more so to her than to him. He is used to live without hope, so much so that he does not hope at all, not even now, his logical mind runs through analysis of all possibilities and probabilities. No, there is almost no hope for him. It is so much more painful to see hope dying in her eyes, he is sure that she runs same calculations in her head at much slower pace.
He tried not to watch at her, but with all the inner turmoil he can’t help it. And no, it is not the thrall of the curse, it is not even this curse they share. It is something entirely different. A novelty, perhaps, for him. Female lab partner, attractive and bright, competent female. He cannot notice how her breasts sway with every motion of her hands, when she leans. How she props to her toes to toss a look in to the cauldron, the work bench is set for his height. The workbench is, actually, perfect… But now is not the time for such thoughts, or maybe it is? With inward frown, he wondered “Why did I let myself to fall in this trap? Why did I let Bill talk me into this situation?”
~ S ~ S ~ S ~
Hermione was tired, but underneath her skin every nerve was still buzzing in anticipation. It appeared to her that they spent insane amount of time in the basement laboratory, when, much to her surprise, they were there no more than four hours. She halted in the hallway wondering should she be the one to remind him of his promise? Severus gave her slight glance over his shoulder, his back straight, and dryly intoned
- Follow me, Miss Granger. –
She padded behind him into their bedroom, suppressing a small squeal of excitement. He crouched next to his backpack digging through it, and addressed her in same dry tone
- Take off your clothes, on the bed, on your belly. – all this was delivered in a same voice he used to hold lectures, from giddy feeling her emotions switched sharply into anger. She did ask him to teach her, but this was far from what she had in mind, even further from what they shared in past few days. He straightened and turned to her, watching her with expressionless gaze, in one hand he had neatly stocked pile of cotton pads for makeup removal, in other jar of clear liquid – Why are you still dressed? –
- I didn’t…I wasn’t… -
- Instructions were clear. – his eyebrow raised in an questioning arch
- Yes. I thought…. –
- Miss Granger, do you want runes removed, now that you have no use of them, or not? –
- Yes. I’ll be on the bed in a second. – she sighed, heat raised up her neck and into her face. He just nodded and turned his back to her. – I don’t mind, unless….unless you don’t want to watch. – she mumbled, not sure if he even managed to hear her, but he replied
- All in due time, Miss Granger. –
“Well, that sounded like a promise.” “It sure did.” “Oh, shut up!” “You really need to work on expanding your vocabulary.” “At the moment, I’m too busy working on getting rid of you.” “Futile task.” With exported sigh, she positioned herself on the bed
- I am ready. –
She felt when the bed bended and soon a wet, cold gentle pressure. Snape was removing the runes with meticulous, slow circular movements. By the gush of air that made wet patches of her skin prickle, she guessed that he was bending low. Trying to fight delicious shiver, Hermione focused on his touch, or at least what she could feel of it. For someone who was crouching over her, straddling her, he was extraordinary adept to do what he had to do without touching any part of her beside what he need to touch. She bit her lip when he moved to her lower back. All right, she didn’t know much about her own body, but she was learning fast, and her lower back were definitely one of her new favorite body parts, not to mention only favorite body part. He removed runes from her spine and shoulder-blades. Bed bended again
- Turn around. –
She obeyed him. He took new cotton pad and soaked it in to the liquid, removing the runes between her breasts. Again, not one accidental touch escaped him. “Of course, he is one that never does anything by accident or by chance.” Hoping that he can’t feel mad rush of her heart, she nearly sighed when he slid down to remove runes around her bellybutton. Ever part of her skin was screaming for his touch by the time she re-positioned himself, nudging her legs apart. Carefully he started to wipe the runes on her inner thighs. His hair tickled her and his warm breath ghosted over her wet skin, she fisted the duvet and bit her lip to the blood, praying that her underwear did not betray her. Whether it did or not, it was unclear, he remained impassive and distant. Removing the final runes from her wrists and ankles, he simply stepped away. She sat in the bed carefully observing his movements, trying to guess what he will do next. His next move was not what she expected, not at all. He gave her a bundle of clothes, her clothes and nudged her off the bed.
- Go to the shower, I’ll make the dinner. Dress up, I do not approve indecent behaviour by the dining table. – is voice still dry, not angry just…detached.
- Severus… -
- I did not forget my promise, Miss Granger. Dinner first. – he left the room abruptly.
With annoyed sigh, she padded to the bathroom. He was right, as soon as hot water warmed her skin, she knew he was right, the shower felt good and relaxing. Even more so after emotional roller-coaster from today, so many things happened and she didn’t have time to process them. Their arrival in London, everything that happened in Harry’s office…. the kiss…. the couch… lunch, brewing… Their brewing session was especially challenging, not in the terms of difficult potions but…half of the time she was watching him, his fluid elegant movements and the ease with which he moved around the laboratory. Watching Snape working was pure poetry. He was fully focused on the task and in the same time relaxed, he looked like any other human.
What strike her the most were his eyes, shaded with tic veil of long lashes. Snape eyes fascinated her, ever since their meeting in Peru. Most of the time his eyes were impenetrable black glaciers, much the same way they were during her school years. But now, from time to time they would became so expressional, captivating in their unorthodox beauty. While he was brewing, his eyes were soft, and deep, reminding her of summer night sky and, oddly, panther’s fur soft and fuzzy. She had desire to dive into that black depth and never emerge from it. While they were in bed, his eyes burned, fire swirling in their depths, strong and powerful, consuming, akin to fiendfyre controlled only by his will. She wanted to feel the burn of that flame on her skin, wondering how fast would its strength consume them both.
Grumbling at his choice of clothing she dressed, he was waiting for her next to the door. Dinner, consisting out of scrambled egg sandwiches and oddly enough – warm milk, was eaten in silence. In the same silence, they cleaned the kitchen, Severus Snape obviously was and ever will be Potions Master, he refused to leave working surface uncleaned or dishes unwashed. Without the word, he navigated them into the bedroom once again. Hermione finally decided to speak
- So, what are we going to do now? –
- WE are not going to anything, YOU are. – he smirked, sitting in the high comfortable wing chair she didn’t noticed before.
She gulped, looking at him in confusion. What did he expect from her? She was supposed to do something, and that something should be her lesson, but… He raised one brow at her
- WHAT am I supposed to do? –
- Show me what do you like? – his voice was calm with hint of underlying amusement
- And how am I supposed to do that, when even I don’t know what I like? –
- You are going to discover it. You read the books, yes? –
- Yes… -
- You do know what is appealing to you? – she just nodded – It is time to discover what do you like. – his smirk stayed, enhanced by the hint of smugness.
She frowned, chewing on her lower lip. “What does he want me to do?” the voice in her head giggled quietly and she run all the possible options through her head “No, he can’t… he doesn’t….not that…”
- What are you waiting for? – taunting eyebrow trawled up again
- And what are you going to do? –
- Watch and learn. – words rolled of his tongue like honey, voice no more than a purr. He leaned back, legs wide apart, head resting in one corner of the chair. Rich, sour cherry colour, a stark contrast to his black and white frame. Glimmers of this damned fires flickered in his eyes. She shivered
- And what else? –
- We’ll see. That depends… -
- Of what? –
- Of you, of course. Every action you provide will trigger my reaction. –
“How can he be so bloody calm? He sounds like he is bored out of his mind! How am I to cause any reaction…in him?” she fidgeted nervously with the hems of her long shirt. He sighed, rolling…rolling…his eyes
- Do you remember our conversation from today, Miss Granger? –
- Which one? –
- What. Do. You. Think? – he sounded annoyed and her stomach lurched in her throat
- Well,…yes, right. I do. – she stammered feeling for the first time like she is in his classroom again, that didn’t help the situation or what she should do soon
- Indulge me. – he sighed again – Repeat, what did I tell you. –
- That I should persuade you not your body. – her voice thin
- At least your brain is functioning properly, Miss Granger. – he mumbled – I can tell you that so far you manage to made wishing to be in the room across the hall, doing something interesting, for a change. –
The glimmers of fire disappeared from his eyes. Hermione felt like he hit her, physically harmed her with his words. Judging by the heat of her face she was probably the same colour as that wing chair. Uncertainty, fear, shame and pain swirled inside her, she wanted that fire in his eyes back. She wanted him to be the same way he was that first night in Peru. “Gods, what am I going to do?” “What do you think you should do?” taunted the voice “Oh, shut up. You want to be of help? Then help. If not, just go, shove off.” “Finally…!” purred the voice. Suddenly, she knew exactly what she needed to do.
With a soft smile, she licked her lips and closed her eyes, trying to summon pictures she usually avoided in her head. But, not one of them appeared, instead his face, slacked jaw, his abandon in the throes of passion floated to her mind. Memory of his touch, his lips on her skin, the electric current running through her. Her hands moved, unbuttoning first two buttons from the top. She opened her eyes and locked her eyes on him, unbuttoning her shirt from below, leaving just one button still buttoned. Her hands glided over her tight belly and sharp plane of her hip, fingers locking on the zipper of her skirt.
He was still leaned back, his head in the same corner, but his eyes now focused on her and his muscles not so relaxed and slacked anymore. The hint of fiery swirls back in his eyes even if his face remained impassive. She held the hems of the skirt’s zipper with one hand and opened the zipper with other, the sound of zip sliding down echoed through the room, turning her back to him she let the skirt slide to the ground, her shirt covering her bum and upper part of the thighs. Stepping out of the skirt with one leg, she turned suddenly kicking the skirt at him. His hand blurred to caught flying piece of clothing but that was enough for him to divert his gaze from her just for a second. She used that second to turn her back to him once again.
Tossing a glimpse at him she could see in his eyes fire she wanted to see, still tame but present. Corners of his lips, angled in to a slight smile. His eyes narrowed. She turned her head and pulled the hairpins from her loose bun, length of her hair falling to the middle of her back, no more in wild curls but more of a wild mane with curls and waves. Unbuttoning the last button from her shirt, the one over her breasts, she allowed her shirt to slide to the line below her hair, lingering a bit before sliding it in a snail’s pace to her lower back. Twitching her shoulders, she finally let the shirt to fell to the ground. Smirking when she heard sharp intake of breath and soft growl, congratulating herself on the decision to forgo the underwear after the shower.
Summoning her wand, she flicked it towards the pillows piling them in the middle of the bed. Another growl came behind her as she crawled over the bed, she smiled at him over her shoulder. Fires in his eye burned just beneath the surface of the obsidian pools, his expression tight and focused…on her. She positioned herself on the pillows, half-sitting and closed her eyes. “Oh Gods! What to do now?” “What do you want him to do to you?” “I’m lacking the equipment, you are not helpful.” “Is that all? Just show him you ninny.”
With a low growl, she tentatively moved her hands, feathering fingertips over her lips and neck. Lightly brushing outer sides of her breasts, following the line of her waist all the way to the groins and back. She squeezed her breasts, and then flicked the nipples, gasping she squeezed hard nubs hard, twisting and pulling them. Soft moans and gasps ripped from her throat. “Don’t imagine, just open your eyes and look at him.”
Hermione opened her eyes, and smiled. He was naked, still leaned back but every ropy muscle on his body tense and vibrating. His chest raised and fall at much faster pace. Her hand moved down, fingers finding clitoris. Almost like on the que his hand moved, long elegant fingers encircling his swollen shaft. Air in her lungs burned, hot and sharp. Experimentally, her fingers started to move in small circles. Focusing became an issue, she was equally attracted to his eyes and his hand, he seat a languid almost lazy pace of stroking up and down. Intensity spread around him like expensive perfume…Severus Snape was intense person in everything he did, and that intensity was pulling her like a moth to the flame.
Sound, somewhere between mewl and a growl, erupted from her throat. Fingers applied more pressure and moved faster, her hips danced in the rhythm set by her hand. Tension on his face increased. “Gods! Am I doing this to him?” All thoughts of impropriety, the sole awkwardness of the situation left her in that instant, only craving for more remained. More of the sensation that grabbed her, to see more of his reactions. The world around her faded away leaving only two of them and this coiling pressure, building in slow, steady curve.
Impatient dance of her fingers created another ache, a void that demanded to be filled. She lowered her hand, exploring the silky smoothness of the inner part of her labia. When her finger reached the entrance to her core, muscles quivered, clenching in a short tug, a jolt of need arising pushing the natural lubrication to greet her finger. Pressing deeper she was greeted with the heated fumes of the grotto.
With the great deal of curiosity, sinking one finger deep inside her, palpating, learning, memorising all the smooth places and folds of the trembling walls. Sensation was odd, one part of the feeling came from the exploratory cares, the other from the finger. The inquiring digit kept on wiggling, teasing and learning. Dragging a soft pad over what appeared to be patch of slightly rough, goosebumpy, skin, she groaned, her muscles tugging jolted with strong sensation. Hermione repeated the action with the same result, soliciting another gradual groan and the twitch of her hips. She carefully moved her finger and found similar patch of rough skin on the other side, equally sensitive.
Hermione closed her eyes, relishing the feeling. Her other hand abandoned the breasts to assist by gently opening the petals of the labia. Inserting the second digit in her core, she spread her fingers covering both rough sensitive patches, her hand moved, in and out, in and out. The angle wasn’t the best, and her wrist cramped slightly, but nevertheless her hand steadily gained momentum, fulfilling the demand in timely manner.
Snapping her eyes open she focused on Snape, adding another layer to the swarm of emotions and sensations. Her eyes locked for a while on the moist, purple mushroom of his member. Pearls of precum glistened and she licked her lips remembering the taste of him. She desired to taste him again, that musky, salty, slightly bitter aroma, the divine nectar.
His movements now mirrored hers, fast, almost frantic. Occasional swipe of his thumb over the sensitive head accompanied with a soft hiss and the flattering of his eyelashes. His entire body tugged and twitched, surging forward and then leaning back, giving her the impression that he was trying to restrict himself, to physically prevent his body to join her. His eyes locked on her hands, lips slightly parted. Hissing, grunting and wet sound of her sex reverberated against the walls of the room.
Suddenly, her back arched, explosion of bright lights blurred her vision. Muscles crumbled around her fingers, rippling, squeezing in the vice-like grip. Gush of liquid rushed over her palm. High pitch scream slashed through the space. Snape lurched from the wing chair, he was above her in a flash of the light speed as it seemed. Bucking his hips in to his fist with a loud groan, his seed spilled all over his hand and her belly.
Still trembling from the intensity of her own orgasm, she grabbed his hand pulling him on her. His weight felt sublime over her. She raised his hand to her lips, licking it clean, savouring the taste. Her eyes never leaving his.
- That was quite the show Kitten. – his voice heavy and rasped – Give me a bit of time and I will show you what your body is capable of. –
She sighed with a nod. Yes, she always liked to learn, and these lessons she will enjoy thoroughly.
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