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Master of the Senses	By : shsa0702 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Snape/Hermione Views: 29786 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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“Well you know that Snape was always a popular one for the odd schoolgirl fantasy back in the day at Hogwarts.”

Ginny was infuriatingly blasé plucking yet another grape from the bowl as they sat across from each other in the Great Hall.

“Yes, but this isn’t some silly schoolgirl fantasy come to life,” Hermione confessed, “it sounds like he is outlining the terms of some contract. We meet tomorrow and I don’t know if I should wear lingerie or bring my most formal quill to sign on the dotted line.”

“Who says you shouldn’t do both?”

Ginny smiled devilishly as she tucked into her sandwich. Hermione’s lunch lay on the table seemingly forgotten.

“In fact Hermione,” Ginny said around a mouthful of roast turkey, “We’ve got the entire day left. We could go for a little shopping trip to Hogsmeade, there’s a lovely store called Magical Sensations where I know you could find something...appropriate to wear to this meeting.”

Hermione rolled her eyes but didn’t disagree, she was due for a more mature set of underthings if she really wanted to get her point across.

“Besides, the real issue here doesn’t sound like the type of relationship he is proposing. It sounds like the issue is whether or not you are ready to enter into a relationship with someone who is ready to set terms.”

Ginny’s voice softened as she set her sandwich down and gazed across the table at her friend.

“Is this just physical Hermione, or is there something more?”

Now it was out in the open, the question she’d been asking herself in the back of her mind repeatedly since this all began. Was it her attraction to knowledge coupled with his obviously skilled physical talents that was making her feel this way?

“I-I don’t know. He ignites some kind of...fire in me, but I’m not sure what the source of kindling is. What happens after this practicum? Can we see each other as equals after?”

Ginny sighed, her demeanor shifting as she reached across the table and laid a hand gently on Hermione’s forearm. “I think all anyone can do is try. How do you know he doesn’t feel the same way about you?”

Hermione snorted. She couldn’t imagine such an imposing personality ever feeling inferior to anyone.

“The other choice is to live without knowing what could have been.”

Hermione prickled. She hated the unknown, even if the knowledge was purely situational. Ginny knew just how to push her buttons.

Hermione sighed, knowing that Ginny’s question really served as her ultimatum. “I suppose I’d better tuck in if a trip to Hogsmeade is in order.”

A smile bloomed across Ginny’s face. “That’s the ticket. We’ll find you something perfect that will put him in his own place on the playing field.”

Hermione smiled half-heartedly in agreement, knowing that the field she was stepping into tomorrow was purely Snape territory.

~***~
Hermione spent the better part of Sunday morning playing out various scenarios in her head amidst her usual weekend activities; taking a bath, going for a walk, and even reading couldn’t seem to keep the thoughts at bay. It seemed nothing she could do would keep her mind from wandering back to all of the ‘what-ifs’ that plagued her mind. She couldn’t help that the time seemed to pass agonizingly slow as her mind played upon her emotions incessantly.

The afternoon found her wondering why on earth she let Ginny convince her to purchase such an outfit. Hermione could always get on board with some simple lace, especially a comfortable set that could be worn practically under her regular dayware. This went beyond her comfort zone, and the only practical use for it was the bedroom.

“Then simply remove more of what is distracting your mind. Focus Hermione! Allow your mind to stop thinking and just feel.”

His words from just 2 days ago echoed tauntingly through her head, which turned her mind into an intellectual and emotional battlefield.

Glancing towards the mirror she realized that she never knew lingerie could come in a set of four, and of course it was purchased in his color of choice. Hermione generally liked to stick to natural colors that complimented her skin tone. This usually placed her in the realm of soft pinks, nude, off-white, and the occasional dark red.

Fidgeting slightly at her reflection, Hermione wasn’t sure which piece of this bold monstrosity to tug in which direction. The entire set was black lace detail over nude material with the top being a strapless cropped corset. Following that number was a waist-high garter belt that clung tightly to her midsection and connected to a pair of thigh-high stockings.

Finishing off the ensemble, and what Ginny claimed was the pièce de résistance, was a pair of crotchless knickers.

“If you want Snape to take you seriously, then you have to show him you are a grown woman and not some silly schoolgirl.”

Hermione, high from her decision during their conversation prior to saying yes to whatever Snape had to offer, let Ginny take the reins and direct her purchases as she saw fit.

Now she wasn’t sure what exactly it was that she had to offer, and whether or not she was going to look absolutely ridiculous attempting to do so.

Running her hands nervously up her front, she brushed her chestnut curls over her shoulder and allowed them to cascade down her back.

I can do this.

She grabbed her practical black robes and fastened them down the front, reassuring herself with the knowledge that if their discussion was disagreeable she could still leave with both her robe and ego intact and he would be none the wiser.

~***~

Hermione took a deep breath as she knocked on his chamber doors, hearing his familiar deep baritone as he bade her entrance. The door swung heavily as it opened and she noted he was seated at his desk hurriedly finishing a few notes in his leather bound journal. He glanced upwards to meet her gaze, and Hermione was insecurely reminded that just because they had a meeting tonight did not mean he spent his free time dwelling upon her and the what-if’s.

“I thought we would adjourn to my private quarters considering the nature of this conversation.”

Instantly Hermione’s curiosity was piqued. She knew of course that he, like all teachers, must house private quarters in which he spent his down time but never had reason to imagine what they looked like.

He closed the cover of his journal with a finality and gestured towards the door in which they had entered the week prior to access his private lab. Being blindfolded the last time she entered the hallway, she hadn’t noticed a door identical to the entrance just off to the left. He led her through and Hermione found herself in his living quarters and it was like visiting Diagon Alley for the first time.

The detail to his apartment was shockingly intimate but also screamed Severus Snape. The first thing she took note of was the floor to ceiling bookshelves that lined the far wall. Every shelf was full to capacity, but each volume was given adequate space which spoke of his care for the literature.

The size and layout of the initial room was similar to her own, and Hermione was pleased to see a set of deep burgundy armchairs sitting in front of a softly crackling hearth. There was a scarcity of items set about but each object was obvious in it’s practicality.

Nearer to the bookshelves stood an ornate desk which sported a quill and ink set along with a neat set of parchment and, surprisingly, a pair of cheater glasses. Various kitchen items sat upon the countertop in the kitchenette, each one in it’s designated spot. Further behind the kitchenette stood a door that Hermione assumed must lead to his bedroom.

“Would you care for a drink?”

Snape stepped towards his kitchenette and unstoppered a glass decanter of amber liquid. He poured himself a tumbler, and Hermione murmured that she would have the same.

She seated herself in one of the oversized chairs, feeling a subtle thrill as her nether regions experienced their newfound exposure against the texture of her robes, and nervously took the offered glass. Sipping the liquid ignited a slow burn as it traveled down her throat, and she sighed as her nerves calmed themselves a bit with the warm, liquid courage.

Once he was seated he turned his gaze towards hers. Hermione began to feel the familiar comfort she often experienced in the classroom, the trust she had built for him over the last few weeks taking default as the scotch left her feeling just a bit tingly.

“So how was your weekend Severus?”

Snape raised a quizzical eyebrow, taking another sip before divulging.

“A bit of a business, nothing that wasn’t figured out in rather short order. Yourself?”

Hermione settled comfortably into the chair, tucking her legs underneath. “I met with Ginny, and we had a rather nice lunch together.”

She also led me to buy this absolutely ludicrous outfit that I’m currently sporting beneath these robes just a few feet away from you.

The thought flitted through Hermione's mind, and she let out a nervous giggle in spite of herself.

Snape’s eyebrow raised yet again. “You two must’ve had some entertaining conversation.”

Hermione bit her lip to contain yet another nervous giggle.

Get it together Hermione!

Taking another sip, she smiled flirtatiously and cast her eyes downward.

“Yes, I suppose the conversation was engaging.”

Snape took a large mouthful before voicing, “I hope ours will be equally so tonight.”

Hermione glanced upwards, and found that the flicker of fire was reflected in his obsidian gaze which ignited a new heat below. She pressed her thighs together underneath her robes in an attempt to ignore her body’s subconscious reaction.

“I confess that you have engaged my thoughts a considerable amount these past few weeks, although it has not been in the manner of imparting scholarly knowledge.”

She felt a thrill run through her.

He has been thinking about me.

“I must also confess that these cognitive appearances are not always purely in the manner of the physical attraction we’ve been alluding to.”

An unfamiliar emotion ran across his face, as if he were slightly uncomfortable. Hermione listened with baited breath, was this Snape’s way of saying he wanted more?

“As I mentioned before I am not of the sort to converse about feelings, but I would find myself in error by saying our conversations have not been quite agreeable these last few weeks.”

Hermione smiled timidly. “I agree that I have very much enjoyed talking with you.”

Snapped continued slowly, as if he had meticulously considered the exact wording. “There is a level of...fascination I have taken with you intellectually. I find myself interested in what you have to offer at a social level.”

Hermione couldn’t help as her eyebrows raised in surprise.

“If this situation is appealing to you as well, I would agree to continue in this manner dependent upon the requirement that we keep your education separate and impartial from this...relationship.”

“I do find it very appealing.” Hermione finished her glass of Scotch and stretched to set it upon the mantle of the hearth.

Without the glass to hold, she found herself fidgeting with her hands.

He continued. “This means that any future personal...and physical exchanges must be restricted to weekends.”

Hermione hesitated, did this mean they could only be in their relationship two days of the week?

“We have 7 weeks remaining to my practicum, does this mean we can not interact...informally unless the day falls on Saturday or Sunday?”

“Unfortunately it would be best for everyone involved to distinguish the separation since it can be viewed as rather messy to mix work and pleasure.”

Hermione pondered on the difficulty of keeping their lives separate, but before she had time to consider his proposition thoroughly he pulled a folded piece of parchment from his breast pocket.

“If you do agree I ask that you sign the following document. Although there is no formal agreement with your Trade School regarding your education, it would be best if we had the paperwork lest we find ourselves without it in circumstances which may call for the need.”

He held out the parchment and Hermione took it gingerly. She opened it with curiosity, wondering what circumstances they could possibly find themselves in which would require such documentation.

“...I don’t know if I should wear lingerie or bring my most formal quill to sign on the dotted line.”

A flit of a smile flickered across Hermione’s face as she realized the irony of her words to Ginny earlier. Glancing down the document, Hermione read Snape’s sharp script dictate the following words:

I, Hermione Jean Granger, do hereby identify the existence of romantic relations between myself and the undersigned Severus Tobias Snape.

It is to the understanding of both parties that such relationship shall hold no merit in consideration for completion of the ten week practicum as dictated by the London Potions Apothecary and Trade School. The relationship will also hold no merit in the standards of completion of the program and title Potions Master by Hermione Jean Granger.

Any romantic relations, exchanges, or intentions will remain outside of the designated educational schedule including but not limited to weekdays identified as such Mondays through Fridays respectively.

These terms of this contract are considered substantial unless either party or both mutually reach a decision to terminate any romantic relations, in which case the document will become null and void.

It seemed rather straightforward, although why there was a need for it Hermione wasn’t quite sure. Perhaps his years as a male teacher had taught him to cover his tracks, but it seemed rather harmless all things considered.

Reading it through both a second and third time to ensure her understanding, Hermione recalled Ginny’s sentiment in her mind in regards to both lingerie and signing on the dotted line.

“Who says you shouldn’t do both?”

Bugger it, Hermione could read it in print right in front of her. If she or Snape decided to call it quits she’d be right back where she started anyway. The worst she would have to suffer would be the awkward remainder of her practicum. Ginny’s point again seemed the most logical that the most suffering would come from the unknowing.

“If you would like to take some time to consider your answer that would be understandable.”

Snape’s baritone cut through her the deliberation of her mind as he regarded her carefully.

Hermione’s reply was a bit shamefully hurried. “No, I agree.”

Snape eyebrow raised curiously, but he did not voice any disagreement.

Hermione glanced shyly upwards, “I want to try this with you, I feel this is worth pursuing.”

He nodded in agreement and wandlessly procured a quill to delicately hand to her. She signed neatly, and both the quill and the parchment vanished.

“Should you require a copy of the agreement for any reason, all you need to do is ask.” He murmured delicately.

Hermione let out a deep sigh and turned towards him. “So now what?”

“Now I think it is time you show me what exactly you’ve been hiding beneath your robes.”

Hermione’s face flooded with color. “How did you-”

Snape smirked knowingly. “A trained Legilimens is unfortunately always in tune with the thoughts of others, especially if they are communicated so clearly and with such an intense degree. When there is a connection between individuals, thoughts do not require to be read so much as perceived.”

He looked slightly forgiving, but not apologetic.

“Whatever your attire seems to be underneath those robes has been occupying the subconscious of your mind since you walked through that door. Come here Hermione.” His tone was gentle but firm, and Hermione found herself rising at his beckoning and standing before him.

His tumbler of brandy dangled leisurely in his hand over the arm of the chair, and he eyed her robes with an air of playful suspicion. The heat in his gaze had returned, but this time her silhouette blocked the flickering light of the fireplace.

Be bold Hermione, this is what you wanted.

Hermione took a deep breath as she faced him directly and slowly unfasted her robe. She turned her gaze downward, unable to meet his eye as the robe slipped down and away from her body to pool around her feet.

Snape remained very still, and Hermione could hear his calculated breathing hitch slightly. With her gaze cast downward she was unsure of his physical reaction to her disrobing. The silence seemed to stretch on, and Hermione fidgeted slightly.

Finally he muttered in a deep, rough utterance, “If this is what you have been wearing beneath your robes to class I may have to reconsider our weekend agreement.”

Hermione smiled timidly, “Actually this was a very recent purchase courtesy of Ginny Potter.”

“Remind me to withhold at least one insult the next time I run into Potter on her behalf.”

Snape ran his hands along her waistline, guiding them down along her satin stockings. Hermione felt her flesh goosepimple as his hands gently squeezed her thighs. Subconsciously she pressed her inner thighs together, craving contact where she most desired it. As she did so she became very aware of the lack of cloth due north, and wondered when exactly Snape would notice as well.

Snape did in fact notice her subtle physical display of need, and smirked as he placed his hands upon her hips.

“Perhaps we should have you come a bit closer so I can admire your recent purchase more thoroughly?”

Guiding her forward, her knees bumped the front of the armchair and he straightened up ever so slightly to make space on either side of his figure.

Hermione felt a gush of moisture between her legs as she realized, unbeknownst to him, that by sitting upon his lap in a straddling fashion she would be open for him to see.

She hesitated slightly, just enough for him to discern her uncertainty.

“Be assured that a single word is all that is required. I remind you that I will not force you into something you do not want.”

“No, I want this.” Her voice sounded embarrassingly breathless, and she cleared her throat slightly. “I’m just not...used to having this much of myself on display.”

His gaze met hers from below and she felt a surge of control course through her as she noticed the impressive tenting of his trousers.

“You only have to recall our encounter with Amortentia to understand the dynamics of our situation.”

He drew her forward suddenly to breathe deeply along the exposed line of soft skin between her garter and knickers. “You drive me wild witch.”

Struggling to maintain her posture, she allowed her knees to fall gently forward on either side of his frame. Her face burned crimson as she realized with the separation of her thighs just how wet she was.

He seemed to take notice as well, glancing downward with a raw need.

“Well well well, we certainly are full of surprises tonight.”

Encircling each of her thighs with his thumbs and middle fingers, he spread her just a bit wider as his thumbs trailed inward. Her breathing hitched as they continued to inch agonizingly towards her exposed center.

“Tell me what you want Hermione.”

Hermione felt a heady rush, dizzy with anticipation of his hands upon her.

“Touch me Severus.”

In addition to his hands he leaned forward, his prominent nose breathing deep and nuzzling the underside of her breasts.

“I am touching you.” He rumbled against her, and she could feel his voice in her breastbone.

She growled in frustration but was cut short as his thumbs met her center, gently spreading her apart like a piece of ripe fruit.

Hermione impulsively wrapped her arms around his neck, drawing him closer. She felt one rough finger slide into her, gasping as he entered.

“So wet.” He mumbled into her, and she could feel his hips slowly grinding below her body as if seeking entrance to the same location his slender digit had just recently encountered.

He moved slowly, in and out, and Hermione could feel her wetness spreading down along her thighs and embarrassingly onto his trousers.

Bold Hermione. Be bold.

“Take me to your bedroom Severus.”

He leaned back a fractice to gaze up at her, regarding her with a slight look of amusement upon his face.

“As you wish Hermione.”

He pulled his hands from between their bodies and wrapped them around her waist. In one swift movement he was standing, her body still supported by his and flush against his torso. He walked nonsensically toward the bedroom door and it opened wandlessly, albeit with a slightly heavy thud due to his slight overcast.

Hermione giggled in his arms at his apparent zealousness and he growled in return, dumping her on the green quilt that covered his large four poster bed.

Splayed out on his bed with her hair fanned out around her, she felt desperately wanton. The corset did a wonderful job of pushing her breasts up, and the garter belt did wonders to accentuate her slight frame.

Snape remained where he stood for a moment, drinking in the sight of her hungrily.

“Remove the corset but leave the rest.”

A thrill ran through Hermione much like the dip in a roller coaster, and she leaned forward on her elbows to undo the clasps behind. The cool air of his bedroom caused her exposed nipples to tighten and pebble. Snape watched her with an almost predatory stare, and as she dropped the corset to the ground he approached her.

He began to undo the buckle in his trousers, and Hermione impatiently rose to sitting so she could assist. His hands moved north to unbutton his overcoat and shirt. With the buckle and zipper undone his trousers dropped around his ankles much like her robe had around her earlier. The black boxer briefs displayed an impressive tent and Hermione was fascinated to see a wet spot forming at the end.

Snape toed his boots, socks, and trousers away in a rather clumsy maneuver and Hermione suppressed a laugh at his uncharacteristic manner of haste.

Hooking his thumbs into his boxer briefs he continued in wasting no time as he drew them down, leaving Hermione face to face with his weeping cock.

Again with a gentle but firm hand he wrapped his fingers along her chin and drew her forward. Following his cues she allowed her tongue to snake out and gently stroke the head causing his cock to involuntarily twitch. She smiled and, feeling more bold by the minute, drew him into her mouth and he let out a moan that resonated directly down to her core.

Hermione was quickly discovering that the miniscule moments of him losing composure made her legs weak and caused her head to spin, but was maddeningly addictive. She found herself enjoying these subtle changes in power and, wanting more, sheathed him completely in her mouth.

“Fucking Merlin.” His voice was guttural which pleased her immensely, and she began to bob her head up and down. Hermione felt his fingers entwine themselves in her hair and enjoyed the gentle tugging as she moved along his length.

Continuing in that fashion, she was surprised when he suddenly pulled her back and muttered, “It’s my turn witch.”

Hermione shifted to the middle of the bed and lay back, willingly her legs not to close in her moment of self-consciousness. He leaned forward and crawled up the bed towards her, stopping halfway to dip his nose at her exposed center.

He continued by nuzzling her clit and Hermione found herself turning sheepishly red. His chuckle resonated against her core, and she moaned unexpectedly. He continued his exploration from before, placing his finger where it had previously been along with a second this time.

His tongue replaced the gentle prodding of his nose, and Hermione felt her breath catch in her chest. He continued his ministrations, his fingers falling in time with the movements of his tongue against her and she felt the pleasure building within her.

Just as her body began to arch towards his in a desperate display of need he pulled away and growled, “I need you now.”

Hermione could feel the red flush in her cheeks as she nodded in response, her mouth slightly open and lips parted as she panted with need.

He moved up along her body and positioned himself at her entrance. The image of him entering her amidst the garter belt and knickers with his hands gripping her sheer satin covered legs caused her to send a silent thanks to Ginny as well.

He must have enjoyed the same view in a similar fashion as he groaned when entering her but refused to take his eyes from the sight of their union.

“So fucking tight.”

Hermione wasn’t sure how he was still able to form words at this point, but the rising wave of pleasure returned and her body bowed upwards, desperate for more contact with him.

Looping one arm behind her back he pulled her to him and dipped his head towards her breast, capturing one pebbled nipple between his lips and giving it a gentle tug.

She cried out and that only seemed to fuel his desire, grinding against her desperately and moving his other hand to play with her other breast.

The pleasure was mounting and he was everywhere.

“Severus, I-...”

She couldn’t formulate the words but she could feel herself tightening around him, signaling her impending orgasm.

He could sense it too.

“That’s it witch, cum for me.” His voice was raspy as his thrusts became short and rapid, and he could no longer control the rise in his body any more than she could.

She felt his cock twitch within her and that was her undoing, squeezing him rhythmically as she rode the waves of pleasure. She was aware of a deep moan echoing hers as she ground against him, desperate to prolong the pleasure.

After they were both spent, Hermione felt his weight drop heavily beside her. Curling her body around his she felt a new wave of exhaustion, and closed her eyes from both fatigue and satisfaction.

~***~

Hermione awoke sometime later, and noted that Severus had left the bedroom. She timidly gathered the quilt from the bed and wrapped it around her nearly nude frame. Venturing back out into the kitchenette, she found him seated in front of the hearth, sipping on what appeared to be a cup of tea this time.

“Good evening Hermione, I trust you slept well?”

Hermione could feel the residual sleep leaving her body, telling herself that she must’ve been asleep for quite awhile.

“I did, what time is it?”

“It is nearly midnight, which means that you must be off soon.”

Hermione faltered; midnight meant Monday and their contract would take effect shortly.

“I could pour an additional cup if you would take some tea before you go.”

“No, that’s quite alright.” Hermione moved quickly around, gathering her robes and turning away as she dropped the quilt. She could feel his eyes upon her which caused another blossoming of warmth down below and wished they had time for another round.

He glanced at the clock and looked back at her pointedly, “Until Saturday I presume?”

“Yes, Saturday would be nice.”

She approached the door and looked back at him one last time.

“I will see you tomorrow at nine’o’clock sharp Miss Granger.”

Hermione smiled petulantly, and nodded as she drew the door open. As she left she couldn’t help but feel a bit like Cinderella fleeing the ball just before midnight, however her fairytale promised glass potion vials instead of slippers waiting for her on the morrow.

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