Slytherin Thinking
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
Views:
3,633
Reviews:
10
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Slytherin Thinking
Disclaimer: I play with them as I like, but alas, they are not mine. Neither these charcaters nor this world in general belongs to me, or anyone not named J.K. Rowling. No copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: This is an answer to the 'Lost in a Book' challenge posted by Ladyofthemasque. Enjoy!
Author's Notes: A round of applause for my amazing beta, Pigwig, here.
Slytherin Thinking
Prologue
She's been my apprentice for what, eight, nine months now? She is delectable, and I want her, who cares if she wants me, I don't. Oh, she'll want me alright, she'll beg me, she'll scream my name. Hell, she'll call me daddy, no, best not to go there, Severus. You never could tell who had daddy issues, and it's distinctly not sensual for a naked woman to lie beneath you, crying, asking why daddy doesn't love her.
The way she moves, in that determined, 'I'm incredible, and I know it' kind of way just gets me going. My pants grow tighter every second I'm around her. If I wasn't the best Potions master I knew, I'd suspect she'd slipped me a Lust Potion. But no, I could smell that a mile off. This is pure want, pure need.
The hair, well, actually what can I say about the hair? It has a mind of its own, tickling my nose when she walks by, sensually smelling of strawberries. Damn, I love strawberries.
Next are the eyes, the honest-to-Gryffindor eyes. I've always loathed honest eyes, but she makes me want them. They make me want to fall into their depths, never to return, dying a happy (as happy as any dying man could be), satisfied man. And while I've never used Legilimency on her, I can read her like a book. She's loyal and brave, the way any good Gryffindor should be. This is going to be entirely too easy.
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The big, bad Slytherin thinks entirely too much about houses. So what if I'm a Gryffindor? I can be cunning, I can be sly. Oh, he thinks I don't see the way I affect him, the way he wants me. Yes, he wants me, at least as much as I want him (well, maybe not). Right now, hard to get is the name of the game, and I'm in it to win.
Summary: This is an answer to the 'Lost in a Book' challenge posted by Ladyofthemasque. Enjoy!
Author's Notes: A round of applause for my amazing beta, Pigwig, here.
Prologue
She's been my apprentice for what, eight, nine months now? She is delectable, and I want her, who cares if she wants me, I don't. Oh, she'll want me alright, she'll beg me, she'll scream my name. Hell, she'll call me daddy, no, best not to go there, Severus. You never could tell who had daddy issues, and it's distinctly not sensual for a naked woman to lie beneath you, crying, asking why daddy doesn't love her.
The way she moves, in that determined, 'I'm incredible, and I know it' kind of way just gets me going. My pants grow tighter every second I'm around her. If I wasn't the best Potions master I knew, I'd suspect she'd slipped me a Lust Potion. But no, I could smell that a mile off. This is pure want, pure need.
The hair, well, actually what can I say about the hair? It has a mind of its own, tickling my nose when she walks by, sensually smelling of strawberries. Damn, I love strawberries.
Next are the eyes, the honest-to-Gryffindor eyes. I've always loathed honest eyes, but she makes me want them. They make me want to fall into their depths, never to return, dying a happy (as happy as any dying man could be), satisfied man. And while I've never used Legilimency on her, I can read her like a book. She's loyal and brave, the way any good Gryffindor should be. This is going to be entirely too easy.
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The big, bad Slytherin thinks entirely too much about houses. So what if I'm a Gryffindor? I can be cunning, I can be sly. Oh, he thinks I don't see the way I affect him, the way he wants me. Yes, he wants me, at least as much as I want him (well, maybe not). Right now, hard to get is the name of the game, and I'm in it to win.