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A Little Prep
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Chapter 12 ~ A Little Prep
Both Ron and Harry were amazed when Severus strode into the Great Hall, sat down and begin to pull food toward him, piling it on his plate. He looked . . . well . . . great.
”Blimey, what happened to you?” Ron asked the wizard.
”Nothing,” Severus said, helping himself to string beans.
Harry studied him.
”You’re not sick anymore,” he said a bit suspiciously.
”People do get better,” Severus said, diving into his food.
He was so hungry he could have given Ron a run for his money. He wanted to be sure he had plenty of energy for tonight.
Hermione watched the young wizard tuck away his food. He certainly was putting it away. Maybe if she were lucky, he’d get a terrible stomach ache and she’d be able to postpone their “date.”
No. It was best just to do it and get it over with.
She picked at her chicken.
Albus, who was sitting at the end of the table, noticed with interest that Severus was looking quite fit. He gave a thin smile. That could only mean one thing. The impossible oath had become possible. He looked down the table at his Potions mistress. Ah, she was picking at her food. The only time Hermione picked at her food was when something was weighing on her mind.
The Headmaster had no doubt that this particular load was none other than Severus Snape. Well, hopefully the witch would make the best of the situation. She had been alone for a long time, far too long.
Severus made quick work of his meal and stood up.
”What’s the rush?” Ron asked him as he slung his knapsack over one shoulder.
”I have some studying I need to do,” Severus replied, leaving.
Harry and Ron looked after him.
“Well as long as he gets off on studying so much, maybe he’ll be all right not shagging,” Ron commented, biting into a potato.
Harry just shook his head and returned to his meal, glad his friend had recovered.
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Severus quickly entered his bedroom, threw off his knapsack and securely warded his door. Then he walked over to the wardrobe and removed the bottom drawer. He reached in and felt around a bit until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out two shimmers. He pointed his wand at them.
”Finite,” he breathed.
In his hands appeared two very well-worn books. He smiled and carried them to his bed, then lay down on his stomach, looking at the titles. He had been studying these particular books in private since the end of his fifth year. He knew them cover to cover although he never had a chance to put any of his knowledge into practice, though goodness knows he tried. Well, that was about to change.
What were the titles of these great books of knowledge?
The first was “The Joy of Sex” and the second, “The Illustrated Book of Kama Sutra.”
As far as Severus was concerned, they were both required reading for any intelligent wizard who wanted to master the art of shagging. The moment he began to have sexual urges concerning witches, he started studying the proper way to shag them. He was a perfectionist to the end.
He began leafing through the pages and stopped on a page that gave suggestions how to stop premature ejaculation. It was common in young men who were just starting sexual activity. He didn’t want that to happen. As he read through the chapter, he began thinking.
Hold it. He wouldn’t have to worry about this. He lived in a magical world. There were magical ways to stop him up. And he already had the answer, thanks to the oath.
Severus rolled out of the bed and summoned a house elf, sending it to the infirmary to get an extra strength bottle of stamina potion from Poppy. The medi-witch didn’t yet know he was recovered, so sent it down directly, figuring he was out.
Severus might have been a Gryffindor, but he was a rather shady one when it suited him.
The young wizard thanked the elf, tossed the bottle up into the air and caught it, smiling. He was well now, so most likely the potion would work on him as if he hadn’t been taking it all day. Just to be on the safe side, he’d drink it just before he shagged the Professor.
He was going to make tonight last as long as possible.
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Hermione sat in her study, dressed in a housecoat and sipping a brandy. From time to time her amber eyes drifted to the clock on the mantle. It was after ten now and still Severus hadn’t arrived. She popped a chocolate bon-bon into her mouth. She liked how chocolate and brandy complimented each other.
If she were lucky, her randy Potions student would suffer the fate of most overly eager young men getting their first piece, and the tryst would be over almost as soon as it started. So she decided to look relatively sexy and wore a short, Slytherin green nightie beneath her robes. She’d probably have to stand for a few kisses and artless gropes from the boy, but was relatively sure he’d want to get right to the main event. Men weren’t wired for much foreplay. Sometimes it took years for them to figure out a woman wanted more than her heels summarily thrust into the air.
Well, then again, Mr. Snape had indicated he wanted to perform oral sex on her. Hermione had nothing against it, provided it was done properly, but she didn’t hold out much hope on that. He was what, eighteen years old? As long as he didn’t actually bite her or snag her clit on a tooth, she’d let him try. Anything to get this over with.
Suddenly she heard a loud pounding.
Oh good gods! Was the idiot trying to beat the door in?
Wand in hand, Hermione stalked through the study wall into her office and pulled the door open.
Severus stood there, a big smile plastered on his face.
“I’m here,” he announced happily.
”I’m sure all of Hogwarts knows you’re here, the way you were pounding on my door you simpleton. Now get in here!” she snarled at the young wizard.
Severus walked in, his eyes fixed on Hermione’s housecoat as if he could see through it. Hermione scowled at him.
”Through there,” she said to him, pointing at the open wall.
Severus nearly streaked through it.
Hermione ran her hand over her face as the wizard disappeared into her private rooms.
”Gods, Albus, what I don’t do for you,” she sighed, walking in after the wizard and closing the wall behind her.
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Hermione turned to find Severus standing in front of her fireplace, his head tilted back, draining the contents of a bottle. Did the boy need a bit of liquid courage?
”What are you doing?” she demanded, walking up to Severus and snatching the now empty bottle out of his hand. She read the label then looked at him, her eyes wide.
”Extra Strength Stamina Potion?” she asked him incredulously.
“Yes. Young wizards have a problem with premature ejaculation. So I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t. This is my first time, so of course I want it to last,” he said to her, his dark eyes once again zeroing in on her housecoat.
”Of course,” Hermione said, throwing her hands up in defeat.
While so much for the quick route.
Severus began to quickly unbutton his robes.
”What . . . are . . . you . . . doing?” Hermione hissed at the wizard, who continued working at his robes.
”Getting naked,” he responded, not looking up. “I have to be naked don’t I?”
“Whoa. Slow down there, Speedy. We’ve got to lay a few ground rules first,” Hermione said to the wizard. “You’re not going to just come in here, rip off your robes and tackle me . . .”
”Of course not,” Severus said, opening his robes and revealing a strong, pale, nearly hairless young body clad in very tented black boxers, “You require at least forty-five minutes to an hour of foreplay to be properly prepared.”
Hermione blinked at the wizard as he peeled off his robes, tossed them on the back of one of the armchairs, then started toeing off his boots.
Dear gods. She’d forgotten she was dealing with Hogwarts’ proverbial walking brain. No doubt he had studied for this like he did everything else.
It was clear young Severus Snape intended to have sex by the book.
Shit.
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A/N: Thanks for reading.
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Chapter 12 ~ A Little Prep
Both Ron and Harry were amazed when Severus strode into the Great Hall, sat down and begin to pull food toward him, piling it on his plate. He looked . . . well . . . great.
”Blimey, what happened to you?” Ron asked the wizard.
”Nothing,” Severus said, helping himself to string beans.
Harry studied him.
”You’re not sick anymore,” he said a bit suspiciously.
”People do get better,” Severus said, diving into his food.
He was so hungry he could have given Ron a run for his money. He wanted to be sure he had plenty of energy for tonight.
Hermione watched the young wizard tuck away his food. He certainly was putting it away. Maybe if she were lucky, he’d get a terrible stomach ache and she’d be able to postpone their “date.”
No. It was best just to do it and get it over with.
She picked at her chicken.
Albus, who was sitting at the end of the table, noticed with interest that Severus was looking quite fit. He gave a thin smile. That could only mean one thing. The impossible oath had become possible. He looked down the table at his Potions mistress. Ah, she was picking at her food. The only time Hermione picked at her food was when something was weighing on her mind.
The Headmaster had no doubt that this particular load was none other than Severus Snape. Well, hopefully the witch would make the best of the situation. She had been alone for a long time, far too long.
Severus made quick work of his meal and stood up.
”What’s the rush?” Ron asked him as he slung his knapsack over one shoulder.
”I have some studying I need to do,” Severus replied, leaving.
Harry and Ron looked after him.
“Well as long as he gets off on studying so much, maybe he’ll be all right not shagging,” Ron commented, biting into a potato.
Harry just shook his head and returned to his meal, glad his friend had recovered.
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Severus quickly entered his bedroom, threw off his knapsack and securely warded his door. Then he walked over to the wardrobe and removed the bottom drawer. He reached in and felt around a bit until he found what he was looking for. He pulled out two shimmers. He pointed his wand at them.
”Finite,” he breathed.
In his hands appeared two very well-worn books. He smiled and carried them to his bed, then lay down on his stomach, looking at the titles. He had been studying these particular books in private since the end of his fifth year. He knew them cover to cover although he never had a chance to put any of his knowledge into practice, though goodness knows he tried. Well, that was about to change.
What were the titles of these great books of knowledge?
The first was “The Joy of Sex” and the second, “The Illustrated Book of Kama Sutra.”
As far as Severus was concerned, they were both required reading for any intelligent wizard who wanted to master the art of shagging. The moment he began to have sexual urges concerning witches, he started studying the proper way to shag them. He was a perfectionist to the end.
He began leafing through the pages and stopped on a page that gave suggestions how to stop premature ejaculation. It was common in young men who were just starting sexual activity. He didn’t want that to happen. As he read through the chapter, he began thinking.
Hold it. He wouldn’t have to worry about this. He lived in a magical world. There were magical ways to stop him up. And he already had the answer, thanks to the oath.
Severus rolled out of the bed and summoned a house elf, sending it to the infirmary to get an extra strength bottle of stamina potion from Poppy. The medi-witch didn’t yet know he was recovered, so sent it down directly, figuring he was out.
Severus might have been a Gryffindor, but he was a rather shady one when it suited him.
The young wizard thanked the elf, tossed the bottle up into the air and caught it, smiling. He was well now, so most likely the potion would work on him as if he hadn’t been taking it all day. Just to be on the safe side, he’d drink it just before he shagged the Professor.
He was going to make tonight last as long as possible.
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Hermione sat in her study, dressed in a housecoat and sipping a brandy. From time to time her amber eyes drifted to the clock on the mantle. It was after ten now and still Severus hadn’t arrived. She popped a chocolate bon-bon into her mouth. She liked how chocolate and brandy complimented each other.
If she were lucky, her randy Potions student would suffer the fate of most overly eager young men getting their first piece, and the tryst would be over almost as soon as it started. So she decided to look relatively sexy and wore a short, Slytherin green nightie beneath her robes. She’d probably have to stand for a few kisses and artless gropes from the boy, but was relatively sure he’d want to get right to the main event. Men weren’t wired for much foreplay. Sometimes it took years for them to figure out a woman wanted more than her heels summarily thrust into the air.
Well, then again, Mr. Snape had indicated he wanted to perform oral sex on her. Hermione had nothing against it, provided it was done properly, but she didn’t hold out much hope on that. He was what, eighteen years old? As long as he didn’t actually bite her or snag her clit on a tooth, she’d let him try. Anything to get this over with.
Suddenly she heard a loud pounding.
Oh good gods! Was the idiot trying to beat the door in?
Wand in hand, Hermione stalked through the study wall into her office and pulled the door open.
Severus stood there, a big smile plastered on his face.
“I’m here,” he announced happily.
”I’m sure all of Hogwarts knows you’re here, the way you were pounding on my door you simpleton. Now get in here!” she snarled at the young wizard.
Severus walked in, his eyes fixed on Hermione’s housecoat as if he could see through it. Hermione scowled at him.
”Through there,” she said to him, pointing at the open wall.
Severus nearly streaked through it.
Hermione ran her hand over her face as the wizard disappeared into her private rooms.
”Gods, Albus, what I don’t do for you,” she sighed, walking in after the wizard and closing the wall behind her.
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Hermione turned to find Severus standing in front of her fireplace, his head tilted back, draining the contents of a bottle. Did the boy need a bit of liquid courage?
”What are you doing?” she demanded, walking up to Severus and snatching the now empty bottle out of his hand. She read the label then looked at him, her eyes wide.
”Extra Strength Stamina Potion?” she asked him incredulously.
“Yes. Young wizards have a problem with premature ejaculation. So I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t. This is my first time, so of course I want it to last,” he said to her, his dark eyes once again zeroing in on her housecoat.
”Of course,” Hermione said, throwing her hands up in defeat.
While so much for the quick route.
Severus began to quickly unbutton his robes.
”What . . . are . . . you . . . doing?” Hermione hissed at the wizard, who continued working at his robes.
”Getting naked,” he responded, not looking up. “I have to be naked don’t I?”
“Whoa. Slow down there, Speedy. We’ve got to lay a few ground rules first,” Hermione said to the wizard. “You’re not going to just come in here, rip off your robes and tackle me . . .”
”Of course not,” Severus said, opening his robes and revealing a strong, pale, nearly hairless young body clad in very tented black boxers, “You require at least forty-five minutes to an hour of foreplay to be properly prepared.”
Hermione blinked at the wizard as he peeled off his robes, tossed them on the back of one of the armchairs, then started toeing off his boots.
Dear gods. She’d forgotten she was dealing with Hogwarts’ proverbial walking brain. No doubt he had studied for this like he did everything else.
It was clear young Severus Snape intended to have sex by the book.
Shit.
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A/N: Thanks for reading.