The First Summer and Summer Series
The Second Summer Ch. 7
“Let’s nwn twn twn to dinner tonight,” Hermione begged. “Have them send something up and let’s go to bed early.”
Severus agreed. “I wonder how late it is now? I forgot to pack my watch.” He went to the window and glanced outside through the shutters. Hermione saw his whole body freeze.
“Oh Merlin!” he muttered in shocked horror, “This cannot be happening!”
Hermione had a good idea of who he might be seeing. “What is it?” she asked lightly.
“Potter!” he spluttered in anger, “That brat Potter! And if that wasn‘t bad enough, his little chum Weasel-boy is with him too. No doubt toting his armory of bubo tuber pus and biting envelopes!”
“Oh.”
It suddenly occurred to Severus that Hermione wasn’t particularly surprised. “Did you know they’d be here?”
“I had heard a rumor, yes,” she admitted.
Severus let the shutters close with a bang and came back to where she was laying on the bed. He thrust his face into hers in an intimidating way. “Then why the HELL didn’t you tell me! We could have gone somewhere else!”
“I needed to come here,” Hermione reminded him. “To research my thesis, remember?”
Severus flung himself on the bed beside her and sighed, “Hermione, if you tell me that Longbottom is here again too I’ll slit my wrists.”
She rolled over and kissed him. “I’d better go confiscate your razor then. You’ll have to grow a beard.”
“No,” he muttered pathetically. “This is my worst nightmare.”
“I’m sorry, Severus. Really. But you probably won’t even see them...much.”
But that proved to be an empty promise. There was only one hotel in rural town of Karnipolia and although most students at the excavations roughed it in tents, they often came up to the hotel for meals. Fortunately, Hermione and Severus had a table well removed from the Gryffindor breakfast crowd but it didn’t stop the glares from flying.
One bright part of the morning meal was when Neville, remembering the previous summer, came over and shook hands with Severus.
“Good to see you again,” Neville offered nervously.
As he had promised the year before, Severus made aoic oic effort to be pleasant “Nice to see you too Mr., uh, I mean Neville. I see your Uncle is fortunate enough to have your help again.”
“Yes, he had me bring along some others too.” Neville gestured vaguely towards Ron and Harry who were studiously ignoring that side of the room. “How are things at Hogwarts?”
Unable to resist, Severus smiled. “Oh much the same. Tell me Neville, do have any cousins at Hogwarts right now?”
Hermione knew Severus was thinking of his clumsy Hufflepuff student so she kicked him under the table and gave him a warning look.
Neville didn‘t notice the slight grimace on his former teacher’s face as heavy shoe met soft flesh.
“No, there’s just me. That’s why Uncle William relies on me so much. Are you coming to the orientation this morning Hermione?”
“Oh! Is there an orientation?” Hermione cried. She looked for all the world like a vampire smelling blood.
“You’d best go,” Severus concluded. “I’ll do our unpacking.”
“You really don’t mind?”
“No.”
He did though. He wanted her with him. After all, it was the first official day of their vacation. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he didn’t know the minute she disappeared to the excavations she would ‘go Gryffindor’ again and be laughing and joking with Weasley and Potter. She would also be in her educational element. He still regretted that when she had been his student he had allowed his personal prejudice to prevent him from challenging her academically. She loved it. And he loved watching her learn things. There was no place for him here.
Relations were also strained at the Gryffindor table.
“Why did you go speak with him Neville? He’s a creep!” Ron asserted.
“I told you! He’s changed. He was really nice when I met him here with Hermione last summer and he was really nice to me right now. He even said my uncle was lucky to have my help. The old Snape wouldn‘t have said that!”
“Yes, well, we all know why he’s mellowed out now.” Harry commented, “He’s getting laid!”
“Don’t say that!” Ron begged, “I will never get that picture out of my mind as long as I live! Ugh!”
“Was she really on top?” Neville asked.
Harry and Ron gave him a look that shut him up.
“It’s Hermione’s choice, Ron,” Harry advised. “The best thing we can do is just ignore it.”
“Well I’m not going to ignore it! I’m not going to let her ruin her life by throwing herself after that disgusting old git!” Ron’s words were kept low but he shot a look of pure venom at Snape that surprised even Harry.
“I don’t like him either but if you interfere you might lose Hermione all together,” he pointed out, “You’re skating on thin ice now.” Only Harry knew how much Hermione meant to Ron. Still, he wished Ron would be a litmoremore grown up. He’d heard about the nasty letters and the bubo tuber pus booby trap.
Ron was still glaring as Severus walked past their table and out of the dining room. “I’ll get him before this summer is out.” he threatened.
Hermione had a wonderful time at the orientation and dig. She got to put into practice all the things she had been studying. Not that they let her do anything important. But she was thrilled to use the sifter and watch as beads, bones and mosaic tiles miraculously appeared.
Digging was hot dusty work. A steady supply of cold soft drinks cut the dust and cooled the throat. It was a real surprise then when she suddenly felt a breeze and realized that the afternoon was fast waning and evening was approaching. What must Severus think? She had only planned to go to the orientation. As she began walking back to the hotel, Harry and Ron fell into step beside her.
“Come have a beer, Hermione,” Ron offered. “There’s plenty of time before dinner.”
She shook her head, “Thank you but no. I want to have a shower and I haven’t seen Severus all day.”
“How about after dinner then?” Ron offered.
Harry rolled his eyes. How obvious could you get?
“No thanks. See you later.”
Hermione dragged her dusty aching body up the stairs. She found Severus sitting in a chair reading a book.
“Have a nice orientation?” he asked in an expressionless voice.
“Glorious!” Hermione sighed. “I hope you don’t mind that I was gone so long. I got right into it and lost track of the time. And I need a shower.”
She started to peel off her dusty clothes. His face was still unreadable. Was he angry?
“Come have a shower with me?” she asked.
Severus paused for a moment then closed his book. He was a little hurt she had stayed away all day but he was determined not to be oversensitive. He gave her a small smile and started pulling off his robes.
Hermione let the warm water beat on her aching muscles. She would never have believed how tired she was. Severus reached for the soap and smoothed a sudsy layer over her lderlders then he began to massage gently. She leaned into him with a groan.
“That’s wonderful!”
“You’re going to have a sunburn.” he commented. “Ever heard of sunscreen?”
His hands moved to her front then down, soaping, washing and rinsing. Finally, he reached for the shampoo and began on her mane of hair. He ran his fingers through her locks, rubbing and massaging her scalp. She turned and pulled his face down for a kiss.
“Shall we skip dinner tonight? Hermione whispered.
Hermione’s absence did not go unnoticed in the dining room. Ron was glum and even Harry found it a little disconcerting.
“She was probably tired and went to bed early,” Neville suggested.
“I’ll bet she went to bed early!” Ron muttered darkly.
Severus ln hin his side thoroughly frustrated. She hallenllen asleep! He couldn’t believe it. She was the one who initiated it and now she had fallen asleep. He glanced at her face, so angelic. He kissed her softly and whispered her name but this sleeping beauty wasn’t going to wake up, at least, not for him.
What a completely wasted day! Breakfast had been rendered unpleasant by evil glares from Weasley and having to be nice to Longbottom. He had a huge bruise from Hermione kicking him under the table. He got to spend the day doing the unpacking and waiting for his lover to turn up. And when she finally did, after he did his best to put aside his personal feelings and make her shower enjoyable, she falls asleep! He didn’t even get any dinner.
His hand strayed downward to where his erection throbbed. Would it be fair to just go ahead and take her as she slept? Or maybe he could just slip away into the bathroom and...He sighed deeply. Damn! He rolled away from her and tried to rearrange the pillows to his comfort. Some summer this was going to be!
Hermione was completely mortified when she woke up in the morning and realized what had not happened the night before. She was well aware that Severus was struggling to maintain a good attitude and, quite frankly, she had been pretty callous yesterday. It called for some serious make up work.
She had once heard that the ultimate man’s fantasy was to wake up to a woman’s mouth on his member. And goodness knew, Severus certainly always seemed to want her first thing in the morning! Hermione glanced at him now. His eyes were closed and his eyebrows furrowed. The corners of his mouth were pulled down slightly into a frown. She slid under the blankets, hoping to make the irritated expression go away.
She toyed with him as he slept just the way she knew he liked. Her lower lip played on the underside cleft in a soft rhythm as her tongue explored the oozing opening. As her mouth worked, her fingers slid gently up and down along the shaft. He had already been semi-firm when she took him between her lips but now he sprung to instant hardness. She could feel all of his muscles n ton to contract. Severus began making soft noises in his throat.
Hermione was familiar with his taste. It excited her. But he had never actually come in her mouth. He had seemed very sure she wouldn’t like it. Without consciousness to hold him back, it took little time before she felt a warm jet of saltiness hit her tongue, quickly followed by another and another. She swallowed twice. It really wasn‘t bad. In fact, she decided she liked it. She sucked enthusiastically at his member, milking every drop as he shivered and groaned aloud. Then she felt his hand reach down to stroke her hair.
“Pleased with yourself?” she heard him growl.
Hermione pulled out from under the blankets. “That depends. Are you going to forgive me for yesterday?”
“You didn’t need to do that to make up for yesterday. And I’ve told you before, you never have to swallow for me. I‘ve always taken greare tre to spare you that unpleasantness.”
Hermione grinned, “But I liked it!”
“You liked it?” he asked incredulously. “It tastes horrible.”
“How do you know?” Hermione giggled.
His face went brick red and he pushed her away.
“Please don’t get angry!” she begged, “I was just teasing!”
“I’m tired of teasing and I’m tired of games,” Severus stated flatly. “I’m sick of always running into your friends and I’m beginning to wish I’d never come on this trip.”
He had flung himself down on his stomach. She reached over and began to rub his back in gentle circles.
“We’ll take a lunch and go to the beach today then,” Hermione soothed. “Just the two of us and not a Gryffindor in sight.”
“Except you,” he stated.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You’re here for studying. You’d better be over at the dig today. Besides, your little friends will be expecting you.”
“I’m here for vacation as much as you are, my ‘little friends’ are not expecting me and you’re getting that attitude again!”
“Sorry,” he muttered darkly.
“So you should be, especially as I’m trying to make up for yesterday. So let’s get dressed and go find a nice secluded spot on the beach to relax.”
Ron and Harry watched as Hermione and Severus passed by the excavation carrying a lunch hamper and other beach accessories.mionmione was clad in a tiny bikini and a thin cotton cover up that covered little. Both were wearing sunglasses.
“He probably has to wear them or he‘d turn to dust in the sunlight,” Ron joked. He was truly sick of this hot dirty job he had taken on purely for the satisfaction of being near Hermione. Harry wasn’t much enamored of the digging and dust either.
“Want to skive off and spy on them?” Ron asked.
“And see Snape bonking Hermione? Not likely!” Harry repliedt a t a few hours later he changed his mind. The work was hot and the sea was cool. There wasn’t really anything wrong with watching out for their best friend, was there?
A morning at the beach restored Severus to good humor. There was little he enjoyed more than watching his Hermione splashing in the waves. The sun made her hair glow, there were dozens of sparkling droplets decorating her smooth skin and her nipples stood taut from the cool water. He wondered why she bothered with the bikini at all.
He wished he were a better swimmer. Sometimes he felt nervous watching her swim out far into the waves, knowing if something went wrong, he would have a hard time getting close enough to be of assistance. Of course, he always kept his wand close by but there was a limit to its range.
He decided to join her. She came running up to meet him and dragged him out into the water. They held each other tightly, laughing as each wave tried to knock them down. Severus sneaked a hand up to the nape of her neck, pretending to caress but the next thing Hermione knew her bikini top fell free.
She shrieked and grabbed the cloth before it could float away, then directed a large splash in his direction, which he returned enthusiastically. He finalaptuaptured her and wrapped her up in his arms. His mouth ravished hers, tasting the salt water. He could feel her bare nipples grazing his chest. Her hands slid down his back, under the edge of his swimming suit, grasping his bare buttocks.
Hermione could feel his erection pressing against her. She wanted him now, here in the water. She began working the cloth of his suit downwards, until he was fully exposed, then, reaching up around his neck, she hoisted herself up, grasping around his waist with her legs.
A wave threw Severus off balance and they both ended up underwater. They emerged spluttering and laughing, he flailing slightly. She helped to steady him. Then her bikini top had to be rescued again. Severus gave his bathing suit a tug back into place and started for shore.
“Coming?” he asked.
“That depends,” Hermione replied with a wicked grin.
They returned to their blanket and Severus opened the hamper. They enjoyed a nice lunch of bread, cheese, fruit and white wine. Then they took turns renewing each other’s sunscreen. As Severus dabbed the lotion on her nose, he looked into her eyes.
“Remember this morning, you asked how I knew what that tasted like?”
“I was just teasing...” Hermione began.
“I know. But I’m going to tell you anyway because you always say I never tell you about the dark days. You know, don’t you, that Voldemort was an expert at the Imperio Curse? He used to use it on us, as well as his enemies. One of the things he really enjoyed forcing us to do was...”
Hermione interrupted him by putting her hand over his mouth. She had felt a sudden chill of apprehension, then a wave of nausea as she realized what he meant. “Severus, I don’t want to hear what you’re about to say.”
He gave a wry smile as he pulled her hand away, “I didn’t think so. You see, I do know better sometimes.”
He continued dabbing sunscreen on her then let his fingers slide on the smoothness of her shoulders. He td sld slow circles around to her breasts, kissing each exposed nipple. Hermione began to make a low purring sound in her throat as he kneaded her. Suddenly, his hands dipped down and pulled her bikini top back into place and began to do up her straps again.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Let’s go back to the hotel,” he suggested, giving her a quick kiss on the neck.
“Why not take me right here?” she whispered suggestively with a smile.
“Because your two little Gryffindor friends are over there watching us.”
Hermione whipped her head around and realized he was right. Ron and Harry were walking up the beach, kicking their feet in the surf. They smiled and waved to her.
“Those little monsters!” Hermione fumed. “They spied on us when you were sick in the infirmary. Ron walked right in on us when we were in bed and now they horn in on our picnic!”
Severus grinned. “Finally getting to you too?”
“Yes! Let’s get back to the hotel.”
After dinner that night, Severus and Hermione were invited to join Neville and his Uncle William in the bar for drinks. Uncle William was a blustering colonial type but highly intelligent. He seemed rather impressed with Severus’s knowledge of the area.
“I worked here as a student myself a few summers,” Severus admitted. “And I found it fascinating.”
Hermione was amazed. “You never told me that!”
“We gentleman don’t always tell everything to the ladies,” teased Uncle William, “Eh, Snape?
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Severus just looked at Hermione with one eyebrow raised. She took the hint.
Uncle William began to sigh. “Useless lot that Neville scrounged up to work for me at the excavations. Two of them disappeared this morning. Of course, they’re volunteers so what can you do?”
“I rather think Hermione plans to help you out a bit this summer.” Severus added.
“Really? But that would be wonderful! And what about you Snape? Are you up to giving us a hand?”
Severus shook his head. “I’m not much good at digging I’m afraid.”
Uncle William burst out into a loud laugh. “I wouldn’t dream of insulting you with anything so trivial. I’m sure we could use your expertise in the cataloging. It’d be doing me a favour if you’d accept. And then of course, you could keep an eye on this young filly of yours while she’s working around the young bucks.”
Hermione’s face went dark with anger. Young filly indeed! Severus grinned at discdiscomposure.
“I thi mig might just take you up on that.” he agreed.
Ron sat fuming at the other side of the bar. It was bad enough to see Hermione with Snape but to see them sitting side by side, like a comfortable married couple, it was really getting under his skin. He and y hay had managed to break up their little picnic that afternoon but tonight was a different matter. She looked different too. She was dressed more elegantly and looked sophisticated. That jewelry on her neck must haost ost a bomb, he thought.
“Bet that put a dent in his teacher’s wages!” Ron muttered.
“What?” Harry asked.
“That jewelry! Bet it cost a packet.”
“Probably.” Harry shrugged, “She looks awfully nice tonight.”
“Gorgeous,” Ron mumbled.
Neville had picked up his drink and walked over to them. “So did you hear?” he asked.
“Hear what?” asked Harry.
“Severus is joining the dig,”
“Snape!?” Ron glared.
Hearing his own name, Severus looked across the room to where the Hogwarts dream team were seated at the bar. Then he leaned over to Hermione and whispered something to her. She smiled and Ron went red.
“I hate him! Hate him! Hate him! He’d better watch out because I’m going to bury his vampire arse in the dirt tip if he shows his face around me!”
“I think I’m going to like this summer,” Severus commented later as they crawled into bed. He pulled his silk clad girlfriend up close and nuzzled her ear. “And would my young filly like her stallion to protect her from those young bucks at the digs?” He growled.
“That’s a mixed metaphor or something,” Hermione yawned. “Technically they’re colts. Anyway, I’ll be glad you’re there if it keeps you in a good mood.”
“Oh I’m in a very good mood,” Severus agreed. “I think I’ll bury Weasel-boy in the dirt tip this summer.”