The Diary
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Snape/Hermione
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
15
Views:
22,046
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74
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1
Currently Reading:
0
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Chapter 13
They spent several evenings together, and Hermione had to admit that Severus really was a fascinating guy. True, he was a little reserved, but over time he began to reveal a more and more of himself, and Hermione found herself looking forward to the time she spent with him.
She smiled to herself, “Maybe my dreams all those years ago were trying to tell me something….”
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The students were expected to arrive back to Hogwarts that evening, and Hermione wanted to get some quality time in the lab before she was overwhelmed with students. She got in early, and became so involved in testing some preliminary work that she didn’t notice the passage of time. Nor did she notice Snape enter the labtil til he was directly behind her.
He gently put his hands on her shoulders, and asked her if she was planning on working all day.
Hermione jumped. “Thor’s balls! You scared me!” She paused, feeling a little silly. “I, uh, I guess I’ve gotten a little wrapped up in my work.”
She turned around, and he dropped his hands, letting his fingers trail briefly on her arms. “I noticed that you missed lunch, and I had a feeling that I might find you here….” He looked at her for a moment. “I got you some lunch – dinner will be later tonight, because of the Sorting Ceremony, and I thought you might get hungry… It’s, uh, in my study, if you want.”
She nodded. “That sounds wonderful, thanks. Let me just get cleaned up her, and I’ll be over.”
A few minutes later, she arrived in his study, where he had a tray set up for her. He was sittinghis his desk chair reading a journal when she walked in. “Oh wow. This looks wonderful.” She looked at him, again a light of surprise in her eyes. “Thanks. This was very nice of you.” She sat down and began to eat.
He watched her while she ate. It was amazing how a little thing like lunch seemed to bring a surprised smile to her face. When she finished, he stood up and moved behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders again. He began to slowly massage her shoulders, feeling the tension begin to leave her muscles. He said nothing, but continued to work the knots out of her shoulders.
Hermione was speechless. Severus’ hands felt so good. Her mind immediately flashed back to her dream, many years ago, where he was doing the same thing. She blushed deeply, remembering how the dream progressed. And yet it felt so good….
He smiled; he knew the time was right on this. The more time he spent with her, the more time he wanted to spend with her. And feeling that he already knew about some of her desires, from her long ago diary, he decided to chance it. The shoulder massage seemed like the best way to approach her. And clearly she was enjoying it; she had relaxed under his hands, and she kept making little gasps of pleasure when his fingers hit a sensitive spot. He closed his eyes briefly, imagining her making other gasps of pleasure as his fingers worked other, more sensitive spots…
“I love touching you, Hermione,” he whispered into her hair. She nodded, and stood up, turning to face him, moving the chair she had been sitting in out of the way. Her arms went around his shoulders, and his arms wrapped themselves around her waist.
She moved her head to his, and initiated the kiss, meeting his open mouth with hers. Her tongue tentatively brushed against his lower lip, and then darted into his mouth, meeting his. Slowly, they began to tease and explore each other with their mouths. Severus broke the kiss, and began to trail kisses down her jawbone, to the hollow of her neck.
Hermione almost writhed with pleasure in his arms. He was so strong feeling, and yet he was so gentle, and tender with his mouth, and with his touch. His lips and tongue teased the base of her throat, and she groaned deeply. With her hand, she raised his head back to her, and kissed him deeply, as he pulled her even closer. She could feel his arousal, and knew that she wanted him…. Maybe she had always wanted him.
He pulled his mouth away, and buried his lips in her hair, and muttered without thinking, “Oh gods, Hermione, I’ve dreamt about you too.”
She froze, and pulled away from him. “What did you just say?!”
She smiled to herself, “Maybe my dreams all those years ago were trying to tell me something….”
****
The students were expected to arrive back to Hogwarts that evening, and Hermione wanted to get some quality time in the lab before she was overwhelmed with students. She got in early, and became so involved in testing some preliminary work that she didn’t notice the passage of time. Nor did she notice Snape enter the labtil til he was directly behind her.
He gently put his hands on her shoulders, and asked her if she was planning on working all day.
Hermione jumped. “Thor’s balls! You scared me!” She paused, feeling a little silly. “I, uh, I guess I’ve gotten a little wrapped up in my work.”
She turned around, and he dropped his hands, letting his fingers trail briefly on her arms. “I noticed that you missed lunch, and I had a feeling that I might find you here….” He looked at her for a moment. “I got you some lunch – dinner will be later tonight, because of the Sorting Ceremony, and I thought you might get hungry… It’s, uh, in my study, if you want.”
She nodded. “That sounds wonderful, thanks. Let me just get cleaned up her, and I’ll be over.”
A few minutes later, she arrived in his study, where he had a tray set up for her. He was sittinghis his desk chair reading a journal when she walked in. “Oh wow. This looks wonderful.” She looked at him, again a light of surprise in her eyes. “Thanks. This was very nice of you.” She sat down and began to eat.
He watched her while she ate. It was amazing how a little thing like lunch seemed to bring a surprised smile to her face. When she finished, he stood up and moved behind her, placing his hands on her shoulders again. He began to slowly massage her shoulders, feeling the tension begin to leave her muscles. He said nothing, but continued to work the knots out of her shoulders.
Hermione was speechless. Severus’ hands felt so good. Her mind immediately flashed back to her dream, many years ago, where he was doing the same thing. She blushed deeply, remembering how the dream progressed. And yet it felt so good….
He smiled; he knew the time was right on this. The more time he spent with her, the more time he wanted to spend with her. And feeling that he already knew about some of her desires, from her long ago diary, he decided to chance it. The shoulder massage seemed like the best way to approach her. And clearly she was enjoying it; she had relaxed under his hands, and she kept making little gasps of pleasure when his fingers hit a sensitive spot. He closed his eyes briefly, imagining her making other gasps of pleasure as his fingers worked other, more sensitive spots…
“I love touching you, Hermione,” he whispered into her hair. She nodded, and stood up, turning to face him, moving the chair she had been sitting in out of the way. Her arms went around his shoulders, and his arms wrapped themselves around her waist.
She moved her head to his, and initiated the kiss, meeting his open mouth with hers. Her tongue tentatively brushed against his lower lip, and then darted into his mouth, meeting his. Slowly, they began to tease and explore each other with their mouths. Severus broke the kiss, and began to trail kisses down her jawbone, to the hollow of her neck.
Hermione almost writhed with pleasure in his arms. He was so strong feeling, and yet he was so gentle, and tender with his mouth, and with his touch. His lips and tongue teased the base of her throat, and she groaned deeply. With her hand, she raised his head back to her, and kissed him deeply, as he pulled her even closer. She could feel his arousal, and knew that she wanted him…. Maybe she had always wanted him.
He pulled his mouth away, and buried his lips in her hair, and muttered without thinking, “Oh gods, Hermione, I’ve dreamt about you too.”
She froze, and pulled away from him. “What did you just say?!”